I have this phobia.
Of dead mice.
Yeah, it’s kind of totally weird since I have no qualms with mice that are alive (besides the fact that they got into my granola and a loaf of really delicious French bread from Bread Co. grrr and may possibly try to live in my boots). I think it maybe have something to do with the fact that my brother chased me around the house with an electrocuted mouse a couple of years ago…Yeah, that was immensely traumatizing.
Now it’s time for: Story Time with Marie! Woot woot.
Last night I was relaxing in my arm chair with a cuppa (yes, that’s correct; I have an arm chair and I call my mug of tea a “cuppa” :) ) when I saw the tiniest little mouse ever. He was dark brown with huge adorable ears that were probably bigger than his body.
He kind of looked like this little fella sans that fact that it wasn’t a fictional character or quite this adorable.
Anyway, I saw the mouse and was like, “GET ME A MOUSETRAP! I’VE FOUND THE BREAD EATING CULPRIT!” So I set a mousetrap under my chair and went to bed.
Poor little guy never had a chance. There was sunflower butter on the mousetrap :(
This morning I forced one of my brothers to get rid of the dead thing while I was out of the room, unfortunately for me he was slow doing it and I chose to come back into my room at the wrong time thus colliding with the dead mouse carrier.
I screamed quite loud.
Then I ate blueberry muffins and peaches for breakfast. Okay, end of story. Going to go do some school now. Yay!
That was sarcasm right there facts.