"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
Imagine hearing this exclamation as you are sitting at your desk, minding your own business, working away.
"There's a mouse! Mouse! Mouse!"
Ah ha. So this would be the problem. A mouse. Really, ladies?
I immediately get up to find the poor creature, then get a container to catch him in. Men tried to take over my duty, but not before I grabbed him by the tail as he was escaping under a wall. I stood guard, while they ran to the other side of the wall and actually caught him...ironically, right under my desk. Sneaky thing. Best entertainment in our office all year.
Ain't no mouse getting by this farm girl*. So not scream-worthy. Are you afraid of mice?
*For all concerned parties, the little guy is now happily living in the field next to our building.
I follow Steph's spider philosophy when it comes to most pests: If I'm in their space, they're fine. If they're in mine, all bets are off. If that mouse had run across my feet at work, I might not have run away, but I probably would have screamed. I don't like creepy-crawlies showing up in places where I'd otherwise feel safe!
I grew up on a farm, and always had near encounters. Just thinking about mice gives me the willies. In fact, I just was sitting on the floor, and now I'm on my bed.
I was driving to work one day, and I see a mouse freaking out on the passenger side floor. I screamed. I don't do that.
My name is Julie, and I am afraid of mice.
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