Everyone has their own horrors. Mine will become of spiders and earthworms. I can’t say where it comes from, that’s not even an issue. This is about a family member of mine who has a phobia of mice and feet. Not mice and feet together, but separate. The feet thing, I don’t know where that phobia comes from. He just hates his feet. The feet are thick. He hates to see bare feet. They are all smelly feet. She does not like the man’s feet. Forget playing footy. I digress.
Maybe you think rats are cute. I am also a poor own little black dress rat. He was my friend, and instead they left a human being in a cage to die. I would put him under a water bottle, and put a dog next to him, which he would burn. It felt like that. He died peacefully with a dog between his hooves.
My family would be game over this. (There is a different person than one phobia of mice).
When said family member moved to a fantastic place in the village about 2 acres fruit trees, deer; and the hunter’s paradise, she and her family were in heaven. They had beauty, serenity, and a fertile land around them. There are places in the area that are swamps. (His said the swamp rat.) The deer feed on the fruit trees and there is indeed a plethora of wild animals. He was nearly hit by a coyote one evening while leaving his home.
One recent morning my family member ran to find something in the laundry to work on. When he entered the room, he was glaring from a shelf on the wall. This, according to her, was not a rat or a mouse. It was black, it was territorial, and it was annoying. Why was it invading his space? She almost had a coronary for a cover. How he arrived at his house is explained above. Do you open the door and walk without help? Did some maniac invite guests? It was a lot too big to squeeze through some small hole in the wall. He called an exterminator to plead for help. He described the rat to the guy. At least 15 pounds and black. It was a swamp rat. He laughed at her. he did not find it funny. I had a laugh. I can’t imagine it was 15 pounds, even though I saw that big spider.
When he was born, the elder told his son not to give the younger one one of the swamp rats, for fear of death from them too. It doesn’t stop him from deer hunting, but he is afraid of mice. Being alone at home scared the beast.
His older son said to his younger son, “Hey, there’s a stake in the house. I’ve got to go to work, see you later!”
Of course now there are two freaking people living in the house. An exterminator is called, and death awaits the animal’s rage. You know that if there is one 15 pound rat in the swamp, there must be at least a hundred hiding places nearby.
I really feel sorry for them because I know what it’s like to have phobias. That’s just not mine. Granted, I don’t want to share my house with rats or mice, and I’ve had this unfortunate experience in the past when I lived in a country house, but I’m not afraid of the little critters. I just don’t want the dirty little things of children living in my house. (Free as in free or loose, not free as in moochers.) I hope they take it off soon. It’s not really a laughing matter.
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- rats, mice, horrors, exterminators, friends, country, jokes, short stories,
