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Of Men and Mice
No no, NOT a clever rendition of the John Steinbeck Classic Novella (Of Mice and Men), but an actual mouse (well rat) and an actual man.
Today, as I came home from my Queens Munch @ The Georgia Diner, my uhh “Special Friend/boyfriend person” told me something rater disturbing.
“Oh btw, I found a dying rat”
Hmmm.. I would have liked to have died at that very moment. My phobia runs deep, and I mean deeeeeeeeep. Now I seem to be having a hard time even walking around without a fear that the damn invaders wont nip at my feet.
Mind you, I have NEVER seen or heard a mouse in my house, and my pet of choice (obviously a cat) has been doing a sufficient job —or so I thought— of keeping the intruders away. Now I have this constant fear. I cant’t stop looking around the edges of the floor. I keep listening out for squeaks. I’m itching, and now I’m almost 110% sure that sleeping will be the most difficult task of all. Not just tonight, EVERY night until I move…
Which I’m sure now, will be sooner than later.
Thanx Rats, you win…. again.
Dicks.
