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I have a fear…

of rodents.  Not just a fear…a completely horrific anxiety-ridden fear.  The thought of any rodent being in the same town as me makes my skin crawl and my heart jump.  I had a horrible experience as a child…with a rat…a big rat.  I stepped on a dead one when looking for my Easter basket in rat-infested San Angelo, TX (I’m sure it’s a lovely place, but the rat’s were big).  In Middle School, I helped manage the after-school concession stand…saw one mouse eating another mouse (dead, of course) in the closet where we kept the candy.  I am forever traumatized by these disgusting, horrible experiences.

This morning I heard something in the wall between the study and the garage.  I can’t describe it, because I’ll break out in a cold sweat and maybe even cry.  I ran and told Derek about it…"uh-oh…I didn’t want to tell you but I saw droppings in the garage."  You what? 

I know the whole thing about my home being on the field where they used to live…so technically I stole their home…Yadda-yadda-yadda.

I’m devastated.  I told Derek that if I see one, we’ll have to move.  No kidding.  And that if he’s not around when I see one (heaven forbid), I’m calling the police.  It is considered an emergency in my book. "Please don’t do that," was his response. 

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4 responses to “I have a fear…”

  1. nana Avatar
    nana

    Oh, my goodness! I knew the Easter incident was traumatic, but I now think that therapy is in order . . . I’m with Derek, don’t call the police. Call the Mouse Busters first — that would be any one of us!

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  2. Shelley Avatar
    Shelley

    I laughed OUT LOUD as I read this.
    In my mind, I could see my mom dancing with a mouse in our dining room. The mouse clearly wanted to get through her legs to get away. But, my mom DID NOT want the mouse anywhere near her. To get through my moms legs, the mouse would need to get near her … Finally, the mouse gave one last heroic effort, and my mom let out her best scream (and I mean her BEST SCREAM!). The mouse died mid-step, right in its tracks, looking up at my mom. And where, you might ask, were my mom’s daughters and husband? Behind her, laughing hysterically, of course.

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  3. Derek "Don't-call-the-police" Smith Avatar
    Derek “Don’t-call-the-police” Smith

    I like the “scream ’til they die” approach of Shelley’s mom. Maybe we can get one of those horns they blow at ball games in addition to the poison to fend of our poor, furry, displaced friends. 🙂

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  4. Scott D Avatar
    Scott D

    Merideth,
    I got good news. You won’t be going to church any more. The rats at the church (back entrance) will probably keep you away for a while.

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