Start running. VERY fast.
Posted by Silver Fire:
WHERE?!?!
runs off
I’ll remember to bring a stress ball to the studio Saturday night. 
Ahh, this reminds me of mornings where I used to work. At least once a week, I’d get a page, wander to the back, and find two or three of the women staring in horror at a roach/spider/other bug. I, of course, was the designated Bug Assassain.
If the fuzzball had Neil O’Donnell’s face, you’d be screaming too.
That’s very brave of you to admit, MsRobyn.
I’ve had mice in nearly every house I’ve ever lived in. If I wasn’t so allergic I’d have a dozen cats.
The worse mouse experience I had was when I was a camp counsellor, I had twelve shrieking girl-children to take swimming, and when we went in the changeroom I saw a mouse which had died in a most greusome way. There was a grate, and the thing had gone through one hole of the grate, got its ass stuck, so tried to crawl out the hole beside the one it had crawled into, and understandably got good and stuck.
Fortunately there was another changeroom that I quickly herded my charges into. Crisis averted.
Good thing that poor mouse was someone else’s responsibility … levering it out of there would have been quite a greusome task.
What’s the word I’m looking for? It’s right there on the tip of my tongue…oh! Now I remember!
DIE!
I like to think of myself as relatively unfazeable, but this one kept me awake for a while.
The first apartment I ever rented on my own was a very tiny nook in a decaying Greenwich Village building. One night I heard a noise in the kitchen and went in to investigate. I noticed the cupboard door over the stove was slightly ajar, and reached out to close it. A
GIANT RAT
leaped out at my face. My impression was that it was about the size of a German Shepherd, but it was able to escape under the refrigerator, so it may have been a bit smaller.
Gee, thanks!
Robin
Wha?
!mouse=tampons?
Am I being whooshed here?
It’s a joke. Do I really have to spell it out for you?
Here’s a hint: What’s another name for a wimp? It’s 5 letters and starts with P. Get it now? 
Ooooooh.
Oh.
Wait.
EWWWWWWWWWWW!
(I think I’d be a hell of a lot more scared of a 55 gallon drum of Vagisil than one little ol’ mouse. That stuff’d suck all the moisture out of two counties the moment you opened it. )
Not necessarily. Rats are surprisingly flexible.
Sorry to hear about you near-mouse experience, MsRobyn, and I must congratulate you on your self-control for not jumping up and down on Airman’s head for posting this.
Well, he hasn’t posted in a few hours. We don’t actually know that she didn’t. 
Now if I was MsRobyn, well I’d look funny in a dress but, I would go out and buy the biggest rat I could and then hide in Airman’s underware drawer.
In the morning he is naked and getting dressed and opens the drawer and…
Hilarity ensues.
No worries. I don’t sweat her. if she gives me any crap all I have to do is tell her to get her bitch ass in the kitchen and make me some pie.
You know she does it, too.
I was on-channel when it happened. I feel so relevant.
Of course, unbeknownst to you, the ball was just a decoy - the mouse is hiding in the roof right now, planning to launch a cheese raid on your house. I’d lock up the stilton.
Heh, I remember once I was going down the dark hall and saw a long, thin snake-like shadow on the floor. I froze. I knew there simply could not be a snake in my hallway. I’ve never even seen a snake down here. Besides, it wouldn’t just be calmly hanging out in my hallyway anyway, right? The whole notion was ridiculous.
So just as I decided that I was being absurd (it took about 5 seconds) the goddamn thing moved. That was it. I ran into the living room screaming, shaking like a leaf, and crying. There were real tears in my eyes. Jaime immediately asks me what the problem was, I turned around to point out the vicious killer snake there to eat us all, and I see a pretty pink lacy ribbon that my cat is sedately trailing behind her as she walked out of the hall.
Despite my acute embarassment, it took me a couple more minutes to calm down, and I still hesitated to walk down the hall that night by myself.
This seems an appropriate time to remind folks of Wally and the Gerbil of Death.