Sometimes they don't wait for you to put on your shoes. Once I was walking barefoot in the kitchen, and I stepped backward and when I was going to set down my left heel I felt something that tickled the sole of my foot briefly: it was a [insert swear word of choice here] tree frog! I blanked out for a few seconds before I realized I was in the bathtub trying to scratch off the skin of the area where the frog touched. I hate those things! And they were everywhere throughout the house, too. I guess that's one of the downsides of living in a tropical place. It's not all piña coladas and cabana boys.By the way, isn't it dangerous to stay too long inside used running shoes? That thing must be getting high from the "aroma", which would explain the giggling.
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