I hate mice.
And in case I wasn’t clear enough…I hate mice!!!
Over the course of my life, I’ve lived in three apartments that I had to share with the awful critters. So when I saw that this house out in the middle of the country had absolutely no evidence of rodents, I was more than happy to buy it. And I’ve enjoyed slightly more than six wonderful, mouse-free years here.
All that wonderfulness ended this past Sunday when, after deciding I needed a late-night snack, I found Jasper playing with a mouse on my kitchen floor. Two days later, I found that same mouse sprawled out dead in the middle of the hallway.
At least I thought it was that mouse. Can’t be sure now because there was another dead mouse in the dining room today.
Did I mention how much I hate mice?
These women are obviously not as afraid of mice as I am.
Apparently all the snow we’ve had this winter has revealed an entrance that hadn’t been accessible to the filthy rotten little varmints before.
This is making life pretty miserable for me. Yes, I’m the woman who will run screaming for the nearest piece of furniture when I see one. I am also the woman who will either stomp her way into another room, or send her son in first. The son who isn’t terrified of mice, and who laughs his butt off at his cowardly mother.
I know. I know. I’m an adult. I’m a lot bigger than a mouse. And I try to tell myself what everyone else tells me. Those little mice are a lot more scared of me than I am of them.
When something scares you, you stay away from it. If mice truly were afraid of me, they would avoid my house like the plague, and obviously they have not chosen to do that.
I can’t stand spiders, but I’ve made my peace with them. Mice… Yeah. Never. I’ll never make my peace with a mouse, or any relative of a mouse.
What about you? Is there something that causes you to run screaming for higher ground? If it’s mice, how do you handle it when they’ve invaded your home?
A snake! I can’t even look at pictures of them! I am deathly afraid of them. There is no such thing as a good snake- none. Ewww I cringe writing the word.
OMG Korinna…me too!! I can’t watch them on TV, I refuse to go in the building that houses them at the zoo, I get cold chills even talking about them! YUCK, YUCK, YUCK!!!
I’m not so bad with mice, rats, and spiders. Especially the spiders. I live in a very old house so we have A LOT of spiders (the thin ones that mean no harm, I’m sure) that even come into the top part of my shower and I have talks with them where I explain that I don’t care to share the shower but if they come into the tiled area, I reserve the right to kill them! LOL
I’ve seen them (snakes) on pages in magazines, Stephanie…and stupid as I might feel, I touch as little of the corner of the page as possible. Of all the things you’ve listed, spiders are the only things I can tolerate at all, and I sincerely wish I didn’t have to. But they beat rodents and snakes.. Too funny about your shower talks. As long as they stay in corners far away from me, we’re cool. Unfortunately, I can’t count the number that have come floating down in front of my face as I sit at my computer. Makes me wonder sometimes how many have landed on my head and back. Yuck. 😀
Korinna…me, too! The only reason I didn’t mention them in this post is because the snow is still piled up outside. When things warm up though, I won’t set foot outside without lace up shoes (and I’d prefer those wader things that come up to your waist). I avoid my yard like the plague, and keep a very watchful eye out on my way to and from the van.
I agree with the ‘there is no such thing as a good snake,’ but I take it a little further because in my opinion, the only good snake is a dead snake. Preferably far, far away from me. 🙂
My mom, youngest daughter and I went to a Civil War encampment during a city celebration. It was back off in the woods at the park on a fairly chilly fall day. I figured we were safe because it had been rainy and cold, but after touring all of the displays, we headed back toward the foot bridge that crossed the little creek (the county calls it a river, but it’s a creek). That’s the only way back to the parking area…and there was a snake laying on one of the wooden planks.
I looked at my mom…she looked at me…and we just stood there about fifteen feet away, along with a small crowd of people who didn’t want to go anywhere near the bridge either. Eventually, a teenage girl did something that scared it away and we all hurried across to get to the safety of our cars.
I’ve never returned to the Civil War encampment…
My poor mother is terrified of mice. When I was a teen I pretended to have one wrapped up in a hand towel which freaked my mom way out. I then preceded to toss the towel at her. (hanging my head in shame) God has punished me a hundred fold by giving me my son. Just saying it was soooo not worth it.
LOL…punished by having a son. Yeah, if he’s a typical boy, I can imagine some of the things he’s done to scare you. But trust me, guys have their fears, too.
I feel the same way about snakes as I do mice. And I come by it honestly. My dad was just as scared – if not more so. I remember one day my brothers decided to play a trick on him and they put a rubber snake under the covers in my parent’s bed. Dad had a bad day at work and came home in an ornery mood and I had a hard time not laughing when I say one of the boys slinking down the hall to remove the snake from the bed. Dad was a pretty easy going man…but there were times when a prank like that wouldn’t have been wise. 🙂