So, to preface, I’ve become a bit of a hypochondriac since my mother passed away relatively young from cancer 4 years ago.
Recently, there has been a lot of news about hantavirus exposure out in Yosemite Park, but apparently rodents all over the US are potential carriers of the virus.
This past weekend I attended a camping event through Living Social at a summer camp up in the Poconos. The cabin I was put in contained a few clusters of mouse feces. Fortunately I had heard about the virus before I took this trip, so I was very cautious of every surface that had a little mouse turd or two. One was at the foot of the mattress I ended up putting my sleeping bag on (I pushed it off onto the floor with a little box of bug repellant wipes), and there were two more on the corner of my end table / dresser. Late on the first night, some of my cabin mates saw a mouse in the bathroom. On the last day of the weekend, I saw this mouse myself and it certainly looked like what all the Google image results for “deer mouse” look like, so that sufficiently spooked me before I left.
Now, the logical part of my brain tries to calm me about this. I made no physical contact (that I’m aware of) with any fecal matter. I did no sweeping. Everything that I kept on that end table / dresser was promptly thrown in the trash before I left for home, and upon arriving at home, I sprayed down my sleeping bag and duffel bag with Lysol before taking them out of my trunk. The clothes went straight into the wash, the duffel bag got another coating of Lysol inside and out, the pillow I had taken with me was thrown right in the trash, along with the sandals I had worn that weekend (overkill perhaps, but like I said, I’ve suffered lots of anxiety since my mother’s passing).
Add to that the fact that this was a summer camp for young teens a few weeks before this event was hosted, and there have been no news stories about 2 dozen teen girls contracting hantavirus from their summer camp. Also, I may have been the only one in that cabin with any awareness that this virus even exists, so I was the only one who took necessary precautions (my bunkmates were storing food on shelves and out in the open).
But what really alarms me is why there is not more awareness about this disease. My parents used to tell me that when they were children, they used to break open thermometers to play with the mercury, but in this day and age, a broken mercury thermometer would close an elementary school and require a hazmat team to perform a cleanup. So how is it that this potentially devastating virus hasn’t warranted public service announcements about the dangers of rodents? All of my bunkmates upon seeing the mouse (well, the ones who weren’t freaked out by the sight of a mouse) reacted with “aww, it’s just a little mouse.”
I myself was only aware of the existence of the hantavirus from two sources before the Yosemite outbreak: a mention in the movie Outbreak, and from a documentary called “Hard Times: Lost on Long Island” where it is mentioned that a man tragically died from contracting hantavirus while cleaning his basement to prepare selling his house.
Now, in Outbreak they had mentioned the southwest US, and it made sense that a potentially deadly virus could originate from someplace like Mexico, where there are areas that lack strict sanitation. But a middle aged man contracting a lethal virus from cleaning? His basement? That was when I first started doing a little research and found out about the dangers of mouse feces.
Anyway, I was hoping anyone with a little more expertise could maybe talk me off this ledge, since right now I’m basically feeling like I will be riddled with anxiety for the next 6 weeks as I wait to see if I get sick. I can’t help but regret not immediately asking for placement in another bunk, or warning my fellow bunkmates, for fear of coming across like a Debbie Downer, so instead I said nothing, and as such may have allowed others to be put in danger as well…