We now live in the country. And so with country living comessome…..well, issues. And the issue we’ve had is small and graywith a long tail.
I’m not sure what it is about mice….but it’s like a compulsion withme. I just cannot help myself. If I see a little mouse Ijust HAVE to scream. I’m not afraid of mice…..They’relittle…..I’m big. I did not have a bad childhoodexperience. I’m not sure why, but just the sight of a little graymouse dashing across….well anything….makes me scream.
So a couple of days ago, Stephen calls up to me from the basement in aquiet voice, “Sarah, come downstairs for a minute, and comeslowly”. I should have known there would be trouble!! WhenI got down to the basement, sure enough, there was trouble!! Alittle gray mouse. And sure enough, I just had to scream! Not loud, shrieks….but tiny almost under-your-breath screams. Wechased that mouse around and around and he finally escaped under thewater heater. I don’t know what it is about mice….they just makeme scream!
(oh and if you’re wondering the final outcome of that little mouse….he succumbed to peanut butter)
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