I don’t think there’s anything irrational about a fear of rats. They can bite. They scurry. They are stealthy. They sneak in and live in your home. Plus, they’re big. And can be aggressive.
We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, and a dark shape ran from the kitchen into the den beyond the living room.
Irrational fear? I think both my husband and I screamed. And he’s like 260 pounds of manly-man.
Knowing there’s a rat in your house, eating, peeing, and pooping on your stuff and getting into your food…
Okay, I’ve got the shudders under control.
After two rats in the house, both of us are not afraid of them so much as repulsed by them. Unnerving.
Bloody big they are, and bloody fast. Anyway, the traps got them.
Now we’ve had a few wee mice, also not permitted to share the abode, but those don’t bother me quite as much. Cuter, smaller, I suppose, though they also bite, pee, poop, sneak, and get into our food. They get trapped, too.
So, I’m not really afraid of rats, more that I am repulsed by them.