I don’t get being afraid of mice. Spiders, sure. Spiders are creepy. Snakes, no problem. Slugs? No one else ever says slugs, but we used to have a wicked slug problem in my garage, and every now and then you’d be out there at night in your barefeet and… well, less said about that, the better. Slugs are wicked icky.
But mice? Mice are cute and furry and harmless and easily anthropomorphized. How can you get freaked out by a mouse?
I think mice are cute to look at, but I don’t want to co-habitate with non-labratory bred ones. Simple reason, they spread disease, hantavirus. So, an aversion to having a mouse in your home is well founded IMO. Glad you at least came to your wife’s rescue Airman Doors, USAF
So, you drink drive. Do you drink fly too? 
I was two minutes away from home, I got a single shot, and I brought the sixer home. Boo hoo.
And no, I don’t drink and fly. That would be a court-martial offense. You can make the case that I was drinking and driving (in fact, technically I admitted as much), but you absolutely cannot make the case that I was drunk. It was BAM and out the door. Two minutes later I was home.
I will never understand the fear of mice. I have never had mice in any place I lived, but I dated a guy once who had a mouse in his house. We’d leave Rolos out for him to coax him out of hiding just so we could watch him. He was so cute!!
Why are people afraid of mice? Is it the large fangs, the big claws, or the near supersonic speed?
I made my DH promise to stop chopping off the heads of the garter snakes in the yard. I’m a god to the snake people.
??? Why was your DH killing garter snakes?!?
See, it’s people like that who are the reason that I always catch any snakes I find in my neighborhood and carry them into the woods. I just know that someone is going to freak out and try to kill them for the horrible crime of being snakes.
Well, here’s a decidedly non-wussy mouse story for you folks.
We have mice in our shop. One day, two airmen had a mouse cornered and were trying to capture it. Well, this other airman (we call him Trainee) had about enough of that. He picked up a rolled-up ESD (electro-static discharge) mat and walked over to the mouse.
Wham!
Wham!
WHAM!
Mouse gibs everywhere. They had to mop it up with bleach-water (hanta-virus, doncha know).
Then there was the time we found the baby mice in a tool box. That’s when we found out scorpions don’t really like baby mice much. They wound up going down the toilet.
Sound cruel? Maybe. But those little bastards could chew through wiring in a piece of equipment that is both older, and worth more than I am.
Yeah. Most husbands would have hung up the phone and got another beer.
And it’s people like this who prevent me from going into the woods.
Nobody’s fly when they drink. It’s just an illusion bought on through social pandering.
He is very scared of snakes and (apparantly) garter snakes are the only kind he can get revenge upon for his fear. I have forbidden him to harm them and will move it for him if he happens to see one.
I’m also a god to the lizard people. There was a small gecko type lizard on the third floor of the building where I work. I work with mostly women and there was much hew-haw about the lizard. I caught it and took it down to the landscaped area outside and let it go.
Did anyone ever wear anole lizards for earrings when they were a kid? We did.
Were those those green lizards? If they were, then I did! Freaked my mom OUT!
I had a male roommate who was verrry afraid of spiders. I came home once and found him in his room, where he’d been trapped for half an hour by the spider on the door jamb.
We have mice hanging around. Freaks my Mom out me, not so much. Especially as I regularly scare it as it tries to sneak past me while I’m on the computer at night.
Last night it scared me a little as it was near my feet when I moved…
I hope the manager gets the exterminator in soon.
meeces shmeeces, sheesh…they dont fly.
One night, during renovation of our old but charming home, my ex-hubby and I were relaxing in bed talking about the days work. As I reclined under the covers he was sitting up next to me. My view was out the door to the living room behind him, and this was where I first saw IT. Did you ever see the old b/w version of Dracula. The scene where the bat comes flying and fluttering toward the camera? It was that scene! And my ex didnt know what was coming but saw the look on my face first. I threw the covers over my head to hide and two seconds later he was under there with me 
. I said, what the hell are you doing her, get out there and get rid of it! Next thing I know he is swatting at it with a pillow and I feel him whacking me which I KNOW means the bat has landed on my body and only the thin summer blanket is between us :eek: !!!
He finally managed to stun it enough to wrap a towel around it and toss it out the front door.
Was only the first of several visits we had from bats during our construction phase. The funniest one was when our then 7 yr old son woke us up and said, “There’s a really cool bird hanging from the living room ceiling, come and see it” They are totally nocturnal and dead as a doornail in the daylight, so it was easy to remove this one. Ahhhh the joys of remodeling…those were the days.
I am the designated bug killer, spider assassin and mouse chukker in this house.
Yeah, he can bring home the bacon, but he gets the heebie jeebies squashing a big, furry, fanged daddy long legs.
And he’s left me alone with a Kirby salesman because he was too afraid to say no to the guy.
Pussy.
I had a run in with a mouse a couple of years ago. I was living with my parents as I went to school for my teaching credential. I’d been warned they were having problems with mice - not something I’d ever dealt with - and sure enough, I’d caught glimpses of little Disney-esque rodents with big ears and cute little whiskers.
Then, one night, I left my bedroom to wander into the kitchen for a glass of water, and I stepped on a mouse. I don’t think I hurt it. Somehow, it was right under the arch of my foot, so I had enough time to step, and then jump like a startled armadillo when my reflexes put “warm” + “fuzzy” + “moving” + “lump” all together. I didn’t scream, but that’s only because I was inhaling at the moment. By the time I had the light on, that mouse was long gone. Interestingly enough, the mouse problem faded away soon after. I’d like to attribute it to the presence of my cat, though I never saw her on the prowl, and there was no evidence of hunting. It’s a better theory than “The foot! The foot! Flee!”
There’s also the story of the bat invading my room at night, and the enormous (like, seriously 14 or 16 inches long, two inch THICK) lizard under the couch. Pretty much, I’ve been disabused of the notion that I’m not a squealy little girly-girl when it comes to this sort of thing.
BWAHAAHAA… Great thread, AirmanDoors. Brave of you, MsRobyn, to even admit it on here.
Now let’s see… I’ve never worn Anoles as earrings, but I have a current population of about 15 or so just a few feet from my front door (potted plants, they seem to love them). They often wave their red throat at me too; I’m never too sure if they’re flirting or warning me off or what.
Mice? Nah. Spiders? Nah, unless they suddenly land on my face or plop down right in front of my nose. They’re liable to get smacked into next week when they do that. Snakes? Most snakes are our friends. They leave me alone, I leave them alone. Garter snakes are good for the garden, so I don’t mind them.
Rattlesnakes? No way. Hubby had to come kill the 6 foot one the kids found at the back edge of our backyard a few years ago. Too dangerous, could have killed the tiny neighbor girl. Then we found the nest just in back of the carports. :eek: Ok, MP’s came and got them.
How about cobras? DEFINITELY NOT. My Fearless Mom knew what to do, though, when she found one in the hallway between our bedrooms (I was 13 at the time, over in the Philippines). She ran outside, grabbed the hoe, and after yelling at us to STAY IN OUR ROOMS NO MATTER WHAT she proceeded to chop it into tiny bits with the hoe. We thought she was being killed, or was killing something huge. The look on Notsofearless Dad’s face when he came home and saw what was left of the 5 ft long cobra… Priceless.
He did come rescue me from a bat, once, when hubby was over in Turkey for the AF. Darn thing got into the house, and wouldn’t let me out of my bedroom. Every time I tried to come out, it divebombed at my head. With all of my long hair, I wasn’t taking any chances, I tell you. So, (and people wonder why I always have a phone in our bedroom) I called Daddy and asked him to come rescue me. He rushed right over, grabbed a towel from the fresh laundry on the couch, and finally managed to catch it. It was cute, but since it wouldn’t let me out of my own bedroom for some 45 minutes, it had to go. I think it was a fruit bat. Cute enough, but too possessive of the hallway.
Now as for my Big Fear. I guess I can tell you. It’s… Ro… ermm… Roa… ahem… ro… aw, heck. You know what they are. Brown, large in Tx, scurry fast, and can fly. Yep. You heard me, they can fly. :eek: And no, I’m not going to tell you that story. shudders I’ll have nightmares all night, and scratch my neck up in my sleep or something… Did I mention they get very large here in Texas?
Ca3799- I am a snake person, and thus you are a god. I cry a little inside everytime I hear a story about someone chopping up a harmless snake. Well, even the venomous ones, but I suppose those are understandable - not everyone has a pair of snake tongs hanging around (which I will, once I move back to TX). I’ll be getting my mom a set, and show her how to use them, since she has a weekend home in Bayside, and has had to deal with the Rattlers before.
purrplebear- I lived in Texas for five years and have no idea what ypu’re talking about, heh. Maybe I could ask Cody, the Native Texan, when he wakes up. Roa . . . Hmmm. No idea.
Anyway.
Snakes (obviously) don’t scare me. Nor do bugs, unless they crawl on me, then they’re toast. Except centi/millipedes, which freak me the fuck out. shudder Mice are cute, I breed rats, so no fear there. Some leather gloves, and they can’t do anything to you.
But dogs . . . other than ones I know well, I won’t go within two feet of those untrustable bastards. I’ve been snapped at too many times by dogs that are “nine year old sweeties who’ve never snapped at anyone.” LIES! Dogs kill more people than snakes every year in the US, so I think my fear is well placed. I have two friends who’ve been disfigured by dog attacks, and none that’ve been hurt by snakes (myself excluded, heh).
In my home, I’m the one to handle bugs, various cat excretions, cleaning the nasty fridge stuff, etc. Cody get’s all quesy if something smells bad. Wuss. The only thing I make him take care of are dead animals (I had a fish and some baby rats just up and die, and he has to take care of them or I cry). Grrr, I am manly! Tee hee!
ROACHES!
God I’m dumb this early in the mornin’.
Or late in the day.
I have an update.
The other day Robin was doing her radio show. When she came home from it she started whining to me that her partner was picking on her. How so, I said?
He brought some sort of plastic mouse into the station and freaked her out with it.
Needless to say, I laughed my ass off. My wife is a paltroon of a chicken cat.
[sub]Bonus points for anyone who can tell me where the phrases “Yellow dog of a cowardly cat” and “Paltroon of a chicken cat” came from[/sub]