Tuesday, August 21, 2007

You're afraid of What???

By the commotion that my wife was making a few nights ago, one would’ve thought that a machine-gun-toting saber-tooth tiger was loose in the house. As I was upstairs watching The Illusionist (great flick, by the way), my wife was screaming and grunting, kind of like the Tasmanian Devil. I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could, not sure of what to expect.

As I reached the living room, my wife was pale as a ghost. She exclaimed that she saw a mouse, and that I needed to find it and kill it. Being the loving husband that I am, I searched the dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and other rooms, but to no avail. I helped her upstairs … she was practically paralyzed with fear, and I told her that I would go out and buy some mouse-traps, which of course I did.

I set them up in “strategic” places in the kitchen and dining room, and assured her that if the mouse was still in the area (my wife’s shrieks probably scared the mouse half-way to China), it would be “taken care of.” Of course, as luck would have it, no mouse in the traps as of this evening, so my wife is spending tonight and probably tomorrow night at her parents’ house – the exterminator is coming on Wednesday morning.

Now, I have fears – I really don’t like bees all that much. They don’t paralyze me with fear, or cause me to defecate in my pants, but I do end up looking like Mick Jagger during one of his music videos when they fly around me (probably a topic for another time).

The fear is overwhelming to my wife – I have never seen anything like it. I wonder if as a child she had some sort of bad experience watching the Mickey Mouse Club, or something like that. Or maybe, she had a bad experience dressing up as Mighty Mouse some Halloween.

The good news is that there will be peace and quiet in the house for the next few nights, and hopefully my wife will get some sleep at her parents’ place. I wanted to see if any of you have any fears like this.


Jeff said...

Last year we had Mighty Mouse -- a mouse that bit through a couple packets of sports shake powder.

Superstar said...

Quick tip. CHECK them. I had some in my closet, and I couldn't figure out the smell. As I was moving boxes in the storage shed, I discovered "mighty mouse" on the "PETA" friendldy strip.

I sounded like your wife then called the maintanence man. *giggles*

I love the costume idea!!!!

snowelf said...

Pitty-Pat is the same way about mice.
She would not be able to stand it if there was one in her house.

I am not afraid of anything that much--except maybe murderers and rapists. Those guys are pretty scary to me and if there was one in the house, I would certainly evacuate. ;)


Ink and Stone said...

My sister is just as, if not more, terrified of mice as your wife, Los.

She has a tendency to 'black out' (even though she's still conscious) when a mouse is known to be in the area - she doesn't even have to see the mouse.
When she 'comes to' she doesn't remember what she did after she saw/heard the mouse.

She even tried the psychologist and hypnotist thing to no avail.

It's so strange, no? They're just cute, fuzzy, cheese-eating mousies!

Christina_the_wench said...

MIce scare her that badly? Rats I could see, but not a tiny mouse. 'Course I react that way when I see a U of M fan coming my way....

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Crassius Maximus said...

This story reminds me of the old Vet. You see all of these cats a the stadium, and it's like what's up with the cats? Well, the cats kill the rats, so what do you want, cats or rats?

The Rev said...

Probably a bad Tom and Jerry experience.

I'm out of the hospital and on good drugs. Wheeee!

El Padrino said...

so dramatic they are