Okay. When it comes to hating gross things, I hate cockroaches most of all, but I also hate rodents of all shapes and sizes. I am not a mouse fan, white or otherwise. If I had three wishes, I'd wish away all the roaches and mice in the world. But I don't have three wishes, and I have mice in my bedroom.
It wasn't a pleasant discovery. I heard rustling last night near our chips' area (yeah, there's a spot for chips, but we're clearing that out in line with my whole 'I wanna lose weight' credo), and saw the mouse run helter skelter when I came a-callin'. Immediately, I fished out some flypaper and laid out a nice trap for my little rodent friend. Fifteen minutes later, we caught it, but it escaped! I laid out two other flypaper traps and went to bed.
That's where the really freaky dream started. I dreamt the flypaper caught, like, five mice apiece, and there were rats sitting around the area, and one mommy mouse frantically trying to rescue her babies. It was my room, but the house wasn't mine, go figure, and out of nowhere, in runs RuPaul, saying, "you better work, honey, beause those mice ain't movin' themselves, baby."
I woke up to find the traps had caught one mouse apiece, and one of the two mice was squealing so loudly, it practically woke me up. No cold sweat, but it wasn't a calming dream either.
Hopefully, no mice will make their way around this place anymore. Do reputations as mice-killers and torturers make their ways around the mouse community?
6 comments:
If I were you, I'd be WAY more disturbed that RuPaul was showing up in my dreams!
Ergh. Which reminds me, I just spotted a rat at the dorm. Must buy flypaper as well. Ergh.
NO! No no, please no!
Okay, I understand why you wouldn't like rats. They have such a horrible reputation all around the world. And sometimes, I admit, wild rats and mice can do a little damage, especially those that are either A) really hungry, B) carrying some disease, or C) both. And that's fine.
But please, I beg you, don't write them off all together. Rats can also be the most intelligent and affectionate animals! I'm a rat owner, which 3-4 years ago would never have happened. I hated them like everyone else and was really, really afraid. In my senior year of college, though, I had to work with them for a behavioral study, and fell in love with them. I brought one home, and my parents (who were initially more anti-rat than you could possible imagine) fell in love with him too.
I have 3 now, and my oldest can play tag with me. He loves sitting on my lap and being scratched. Sometimes he watches TV. And he knows his name. He's such a joy. It will be one of the worst days when God takes him after his long and happy life.
I'm amazed that I was so repulsed by these amazing, intelligent creatures for so long. They've made me so happy, and they've made me laugh countless times (last week Fatty stole a dollar from my purse so that he could sleep on it). They're fantastic little furballs!
My Fatty!
Okay, let me try this again...
What exactly you're writing is a horrible mistake.
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