This morning a mouse ran over my feet. “Jane” screamed as it headed directly towards her. It was like an elephant afraid of mice. Her entire body lifted from the chair. She let out a blood-curdling scream. It was so loud. I was more frightened of her than I was of the mouse.
A few minutes later, “Steve” emerged from his office to play tough guy and take on that 1 inch tall beast. We watched it run from corner to corner, fearing its small fuzzy life. Jane was breathing heavy in the kitchen, trying to calm down. Steve took a trash can and slammed it down on to the mouse, open side down in order to trap the little guy. I handed him some 80 pound paper to slide beneath the can when I realized he was planning on disposing of the fuzzy beast pleasantly. He slid the paper beneath the can. The paper slid beneath it fine but when it came out on the other side it was smeared with little lines of blood, in the pattern of two small feet. The poor little guy had been injured. I couldn’t bare to watch any further and left the room.
And that has been my morning thus far.
Good times this mornin’ huh? Poor Jane and her unhealthy condition. That could cause a heart attack, you know.
Poor mousie. :(
Mice are cute when they aren’t in my house.
That’s pretty gross it ran over your foot, though. You sound amazingly ok with that fact.
i’ve never understood the fear of mice.
they dont try to eat you, or chase you through the woods, they might give you lice, but so do birds and bunnies.
is it some sort of long lingering plague fear or something?
i can understand not wanting them in the house tearing and chewing stuff up, but why do people literally scream and such on site?
/ponders
Andrea, have you ever had one in your house?
It’s the fuckin’ freakiest thing ever. Not only are the furry, but they are small and FAST. So, it’s basically like having a pretty big roach who scurries like no other.
well, yeah i have.
as well as several other loose hamsters gerbals and other assorted rodents while growing up.
i dont care for snakes in the house myself.
I have had mice at work. Mice are ok. They startle me a bit but no big deal. (I say this, but I have never had an infestation). I HATE ROACHES! They are demons. Satan’s minions. Roaches make me scream. I hate them. I wish them all sudden death. I moved out of a place after three weeks because of roaches.
I think the scariest are bats. Only because it takes like three or more seconds to figure out what the fuck it is. And they fly. And they are just scary. But I don’t hate them or wish them death. I might scream however. :)
That is all.
Ooo…We had a bat once in college, and it’s almost as bad as having mice, if not more. It’s like a flying mouse. Gross.
Yeah, I’m a girlie girl when it comes to all of that stuff. Remind me to call Andrea if I have one in my house to get rid of it.
How do exterminators do it? Bleugh.
Bats fly around my backyard every night. And they squeak and use thier sonar shit, and stuff. I think they’re cool until they start circling too low and too close…the last thing I want is one of those things getting tangled in my hair. That’s when it’s time to cut the cigarette short and just go inside where it’s safe.