As I laced up my running shoes this morning I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up, I found I was being watched by a mouse...in the house! I am afraid of mice beyond logical comprehension. I looked from the mouse to my three dogs who seem too happy, fat, and old to chase mice. I weighed my options and opted for a mad dash to the bed where I landed on my sleeping husband. I explained the situation to this farm boy who reminded me that we had no mouse traps. This fresh knowledge actually made me light-headed. I instantly had visions of this mouse strolling through our home...walking on our sleeping children...taking liberties with our cereal boxes...pooping those little mouse poops!
My husband, my dear sweet husband, offered to walk down the hall and turn on lights so I could at least get myself out of the house for my run. He told me the mouse was more afraid of me than I was of it. I reminded him that the mouse was watching me and that I was the one who ran away!
So I went on my run, which was difficult because I had exerted so much energy freaking out about the mouse that I was actually spent. Seriously afraid of mice! Before I headed home, I went to Walmart to buy some mouse traps. I thought Walmart would be open, but I had to wait about 30 minutes. With time to kill, I went to Starbucks and grabbed a coffee and some breakfast. As I drove back toward Walmart, I passed a dentist office in the strip mall. I noticed it because it looked like a pretty rough place to get your teeth cleaned. That is when I noticed a poster hanging in the front of this dental office. It read...and I kind you not..."Pain is fear leaving the body." What the heck!?!? What does that even mean? Who in their right mind would go there for dental work? I just have one word in response to that...NOVOCAIN!
Now I am sitting here typing as my hubs...the dear man who fears no mice...sets traps. He is so sweet he agreed to set all four traps to calm my fears. My goal now is to get a shower so I can get myself to work. This entails entering the mouse zone! My head actually hurts at the thought. I guess mice are a part of country living though I didn't think of this when I signed the mortgage papers seven years ago!
Deep breath...one foot in front of the other...here I go...