Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The House of Mouse

My weekend started out lovely. I bought myself wine and roses on Friday and had big 3 day weekend plans that included a good apartment scrubbing and some major relaxing. Sadly, I spent the entire weekend (and continue to be in) anxiety hell.

On Saturday morning I saw a mouse in the kitchen. I make no apologies for it, I am a TOTAL complete GIRL when it comes to bugs and mice. I literally spent the entire weekend sitting in the middle of my bed with my shoes on, in a state of panic. An exterminator came and closed up some holes and left some traps (and I think one got caught) and he said he was sure I only had one and that he hadn't been there long, so it's likely over, but I still can't stop the freaking out. I haven't set foot in my kitchen since Friday and I'm starving. The exterminator said he would come back in 2 weeks to do a check, but I'm not sure I can make it that long. Thankfully I leave on Thursday for San Francisco for a few days, but of course I'm going to spend the entire time worrying that there will be a mouse party in my absence.

Sigh. I hate anxiety/fear.

2 comments:

ccw said...

Excuse me for laughing just a teeny bit. I can remember being completely freaked out about mice and other rodents when I was younger. I spent a long time frozen on the kitchen table once.

Now that I have umpteen cats who bring in things dead, alive, and sometimes in between I am over my fear. Though I will admit the shoe-sized mole scared the shit out of me. I actually followed it with a board to beat it but couldn't do it. I left it trapped under a bucket for my husband to release when he got home.

Cheeky said...

Ohhhhh I think I would have to move. Luckily, I haven't had any mice in this house. I do have 2 cats. One would play with it, the other would just watch it.

Cheeky doesn't do mouses....