This weeks
Wordfull Wednesday topic is our worst fear. I decided to write about my irrational fear of little mice. Two memories instantly come to mind depicting the horror these little rodents have caused me. One time while nursing a newborn in the middle of night I glanced up and saw a mouse run across the floor into the hall closet. Feeling vulnerable with my sweet baby I let out a blood curling scream and continued to scream until my husband came running out of the bedroom with a baseball bat thinking I was being murdered. I tried to tell him to hurry and catch the mouse in the closet,but he just look at me in disbelief and angrily went back to bed. I ended up sleeping on the couch with the baby because I was too scared to walk past the hall closet.
The second traumatic mouse event happen soon after. My 18 month old daughter who was playing in our unfinished basement said, "Mom look, cute, I keep it" as she walked up the stairs. I turn and saw her with a baby mouse squeezed in her little hand. Though horrified, I calmly said, "Natalie let go of the mouse, we need to put it outside." Being very stubborn she said, "No it's mine, I love it, I keep it, it's my friend." She would not let go and tightened her grip as the mouse's eyes bulged. The play Of Mice and Men came to mine as I pried her little fingers off the mouse while she cried. I put it in a Tupperware and then drove it to a field and dumped it out.
We have not had many mice events since these, but if I do ever see a mouse my children know they can make one dollar for setting the trap and another for disposing of it.