It's fine. I'm fine.
Did I stare that thing down the entire way home? Yes.
Did I have heart palpitations the closer I got? Also yes.
Did I congratulate myself on not running past it when I get close? Most definitely.
Did I sigh in relief that it did not come alive and eat me like some horror movie? Maybe.
I talked myself past it. It's ok. It's fine. I'm fine. And I even walked again the next day. Effer was still there but so far my survival rate is 100%. Did I cross the street this time for my own safety? I'll never tell.