Funny what a mouse can do. Or just a hint of its existence. I don't mind ants, spiders, any number of other things. But any sign of a rodent in my house, and I'm reduced to helplessness and wanting rescue, a condition that only makes me feel bereft and, well, helpless. Which condition I cannot tolerate. Shit.
Ok, so I'm going to the store for mouse traps tomorrow, since I can't seem to find any here. And I will be so pissed off when I actually have to deal with a corpse, or god forbid, a not yet dead mouse in a trap. Irrational, childish, absurd. And yet.
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