You start to run towards the back door, but unfortunately during your obsessing over which scarf to wear you neglected to put on pants

Like a teenaged blonde from a horror flick, you look back over your shoulder contemplating if you have enough time to make it back to the bedroom, find a pair of pants that coordinate right with your scarf, and STILL run out the backdoor to safety from the monster (most likely Furboa) who is breaking in the front door.

Okay, okay, so those teenaged blondes in horror flicks usually seem somewhat content running around in merely their skivies but they were running in NYC in the middle of December, and they also didn’t have a completely smooth surface to run on such as your beautiful 100% completely smoooth hardwood floors, which you couldn’t possibly...

TRIP!

You hit the floor and hear the distinct sound of the door opening and an even more distinct sound of a jerboa’s voice.

“Oooooooh! Are you playing ‘Pretend to be an Earthworm’? I wanna play!”

What do you do?