Sequel to previous post

Oddly enough, based on the contents of my previous post exactly 22 days ago, today was the day I encountered my first rodent - a dead one. 22 days ago, when I first discovered to my great consternation, invaders of my Lays chips, my roommate and I laid down traps for them all around the kitchen. For 20+ days, nothing happened and we were gently lulled back into the belief that these little gnawly things are gone forever. At first when we placed the traps, I would go to the kitchen everyday and glance warily at the traps to see if we caught anything. Though I never wanted to, I was also half hoping that we would, as that would mean one less to run around, reproduce, and make more disgusting little pests. But after a few weeks, I began to think that we just won't see them anymore. Ha - boy was I wrong.

Today, after an utterly indulgent nap at 4 PM, I woke from my sleep close to 6 and lumbered into the kitchen. I thought I would make myself some dinner. Almost as an afterthought, as I was standing by the shelf close to where the trap was, I glanced down, only blurrily wondering if anything was there. And there it was, a grey plumpish gross pulp of a thing, lying there in the trap rather docilely. I don't actually know what I said or uttered at that moment folks, it was possible that my mind went utterly blank for a nanosecond as my soul popped out of my body to do an otherworldly scream of such magnitude you would not believe, or my fight or flight hormonal response spiked so suddenly and extremely that instead of jarring me into action, it temporarily paralyzed me. In any case, it was completely UNREAL. I may have turned green.

Immediately I decided that I had lost my appetite. Then I thought about what I was going to do. The evil thought was to walk away and leave it to my roommate to clean up, as she isn't lilly-livered about mice as I am. I didn't want to leave it to her, mostly because the idea of leaving that dead thing around is distasteful to me. But I didn't want to come within 100 feet of that thing either. So I played the girl card and asked one of my friendly neighborhood classmates to come and do the dirty deed. Lucky for me, he was feeling kind that day. Bowled over with gratitude, I ended up making dinner for him in return.

Anyway, the long story short is, I hate mice I hate mice I hate mice. I wish to God they don't exist on this green earth. I can't comprehend why they are around except they are these hardy little things that will never die no matter what. That one in the trap was probably not really dead, just playing dead.

Ugh, I got to do something about my phobia. And I promise folks that I won't blog about mice ever again, no matter what, I refuse to give my phobia even more of a hold on me than it already has. Now to sleep and to put an end to this accursed day!