Mice and Other monsters

Yes, I saw a mouse where I spend a bunch of time last night. The smallest of smallest mice ever.  While we were on the chairs freaking out, he/she was running around freaking out too.  I get why little mouse dude was in a tizzy.  We ARE giants compared to it.  We are so big, we could smash it to smithereens with one foot.  Just like that.  I'd be terrified if something 100 times bigger than me was hovering around me.  You too, right?
But what the heck is MY problem?  Why on earth am I afraid of such a little thing? It really cannot do anything to me.  I know.  But when I am confronted with mice or spiders, (look back at older posts, those guys are another whole story) my mind does this strange and creative thing.

My mind sees it (mouse/spider) as something that could magically and instantly turn into a monster.  A monster that's definitely after ME.
That will stop at nothing to get me.
To eat me.
To torture me.
To make me cry.
To make me hurt.
I am just sure of it!!!(at that moment of confrontation).

Maybe its not true.  Its very likely not true.  I've been confronted with plenty critters in my day and none have yet to turn into the hideous, evil monsters I so dread to come after me (unless you count that GIGANTIC cockroach in Brazil that attacked me!! Now IT was really after me...i think!!!).

And I don't care.  I want that little mouse gone.  I'd prefer a humane way of making it disappear from my existence, but if it comes to it, I will be okay with murder.

So, SOMEBODY GET RID OF THAT MOUSE MONSTER!!!!!!

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  1. AnonymousApril 14, 2012 at 10:51 AM

    Donniee - you'll think I'm a freak but I love mice. Not running around in my living area, of course, but I've always had hamsters, gerbils, and had the greatest mouse for 4 years as a pet. He was saved from an ex's pharmacy lab in college and was the sweetest little thing. I called him Vodka and put a big rock in his cage for him. Vodka on the rock. ;)

    --Phoenix

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  2. DonnieeJune 6, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    Yes Phoenix. I do think anyone who likes those things are freaks indeed. However, you are a cool, sweet wonderful freak, so we can still be friends....

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