Ok, I admit it. I do not like mice! So last night, when I opened the door to let the cat in out of the rain, you can imagine my horror when Bear came running in to the house carrying a mouse! He then preceded to drop it, I am guessing to play with it, alive and kicking, and as I stood there, momentarily frozen, I started to scream!
It was not a pretty scream. In fact I sounded quite shrill. I glanced over at my two grandchildren sitting together on the sofa, and both were laughing like crazy! Apparently they found Oma’s screaming at a mouse really funny!
Now, I will admit, my fear of mice is great and I was terrified!
The cat followed the mouse into the kids playroom and I tried to steel myself and go in and catch that thing. I even called Jack to ask what to do! Simple, he said, close the door and leave the cat inside with the mouse.
Simple he says, but that still meant dealing with a decapitated creature in the end.
I paced back and forth, until Bear meowed at the door to get out. Then I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Sure enough, there it lay. Gone to another world.
After I disposed of the body, I came back in the house, and sat down with the kids. My heart was still racing!
I settled Quinn and came back down to Savi. I looked at her and told her I needed a hug! She smiled and threw her arms around me!
All I can say is, I am so glad it’s over!
And yes, I know I am a chicken!
Oh yes, I don’t like snakes either!
Hahaha ! I am not afraid of mice (only spiders) then I get hysterical. It happens quite often that I find a dead mouse or half eaten ! No wonder that you grandkids had fun !