Musophobia

Alright, I'm ready for you to tell me I'm a chicken shit, call me a pussy or just make fun of me after reading this but I don't care. Just read this all before you do so.

Yes I am musophobic.

The other day I screamed like a school girl. The reason was a Giant Fucking Mouse.
I opened a door in the Kitchen, and there it was staring right at me. I didn't even finish doing what I was doing, I just slammed the door and screamed.

Yes, I know the old saying, "they are more scared of you then you are of them"
How the hell does somebody know how scared that mouse was? Even if they do I am fairly sure I'm more scared of it.

Think of it this way. Elephants are scared of mice. Why you ask? Well, mice can fit anywhere that they can get their nose into. So elephants are afraid that a mouse would crawl up their trunk and then it won't be able to breath, or it will make its way to their brain and eat the brain. Well I have the same issue. I am afraid that a mouse is going to try and crawl up my 'trunk' and if that were to happen I wouldn't be able to breath either.

I know now that its getting colder outside the freaking creatures start looking for a warmer place to make their home. Living near a hobby farm I know there are mice around I just don't ever want to see them or evidence of them.

I have been scared of mice for years. I can't even stand Hamsters, or Gerbils and Rats are the worst. (I get the chills just thinking of these creatures).
I don't know how far back this fear of these creatures goes? I do remember being 14 and working at the town compost yard with my cousin and we always wore boots while working. One day after work he put his shoes on and said he had a stone in there or something and shook out his shoe and out popped a mouse. I didn't put my shoes on for a month with out shaking my shoes out first.

Another Mouse story. When I was 18, we had a mouse in the house. Several times it was spotted going into my room after being chased my my dog. Well I thought I would be prepared and the the thing since the mouse traps didn't seem to work. So I had my BB gun loaded and beside my bed. Well one day I was reading in my room and the dog chased the mouse into my room again. I closed my door. Made a barricade for the mouse to cross and chased the thing out from behind my desk using a broom, (while I was standing on my bed), as soon as the thing got out from behind the desk I started to unload 8-10 bb's in to that mouse. Once I was sure I had him I put a ice cream pail over him and several books so the pail wouldn't move. Several hours later I grabbed the lid to the pail and closed up the guy and threw it away. No more mouse trouble thankfully.

When I was 21-22 I rented a house with a friend. It was in a small village, and we had the back of the house facing a large cow pasture, and to the North of the House was acres of fields. We knew that there would be mice. We didn't know how many. Our landlord was nice enough to provide us with glue traps. Those things are barely good enough to catch a ant let alone a mouse. After a couple of weeks of living there and constantly seeing evidence we put lots of poison out and several traps. With in 15 minutes of setting the first trap we caught a mouse. Well in the 7 Months that we lived in this place we caught 22 mice and one vole with our traps.
The worst part is that we always thought we could hear mice if the place was quiet.
One time we went camping and we set our traps before leaving and when we came back we found one trap with a dead mouse, but we couldn't find the other trap. A week later I was cleaning the place up and I noticed something against the wall in my closet. A closer inspection made me realize it was a mouse trap. I grabbed some gloves and pulled out the trap and there was a mouse attached to the trap. This mouse made it over 40 feet with the trap attached to it.
Well two months after we moved out the house was condemned because the walls were full of mice. Ewe, glad I didn't know that. Good thing the rent was cheap.

Well this Mouse that scared me made me relive the past encounters with the creature. Lucky this one is now dead. However he scared me several times. Only once while he was alive, but that night I was falling asleep my blanket tickled my leg and I threw the blankets off of me and got up and made sure that's all it was.
Paranoid much?

Well if you have a mouse story feel free to share it. It will make me feel better knowing that I'm not the only who screams like a girl when coming face to face with a wild mouse.

Till next time 'Shlope Je'Sunt'