I'm A Freaking Wuss!

I was reading a post on This Journey 's blog and it sparked a memory......a terrifying memory. One that still rocks my very core. A memory of me screaming like a little wuss.

Any one that knows me knows that I am absolutely terrified of creatures of any kind except for dogs, get to large and they’d be on my list too. It stems all the way back to my earliest memories as a child. If a large dog or a cat or God forbid a mouse get too close to me I loose my freaking mind.

Fast forward to about 6 years ago. I was living in a really cute one bedroom apartment in a really nice community. I lived there for 5 years and loved it right up until I started wanting to drop kick each of my neighbors right in the forehead. As the years went on, apparently “the wrong element” began to move into our close knit community unbeknownst to me.

Fortunately for me, my lease was up for renewal and I had a major decision to make; stay in that apartment for another year or woman up and buy a house. I pondered that decision for several weeks.

One quiet evening at home while watching TV, minding my own business I noticed this large grey furry “thing” scurry across the floor along the perimeter of the far dining room wall.

OK, first my eyes got wide as I processed what I had just seen. ‘I know I didn’t just see a…It couldn’t have been a…..OH MY GOD, IT WAS A MOUSE!!!!’

I screamed (continuously) like a freaking little girl. I screamed then I screamed some more. I then I got the bright idea that if I made noise maybe he would stay out of sight so I grabbed two wooden objects from the coffee table and began banging them together and humming loudly and rocking back and forth very reminiscent of Helen Keller. I stopped long enough to call my boyfriend from my cell phone sitting next to me (thank goodness because there was no way I was getting off that couch) then continued with the banging, humming and rocking for the next solid hour it took for the BF to get over there and rescue me never once leaving that couch. I swear if anyone had seen me they would have bet money I was psychotic.

He used his key to enter, looked over at me humming, banging and rocking back and forth and said, in the most loving way possible, "What the hell??" I made him walk me to my bedroom to grab some clothes so that I could stay at his place for a few days.

I stayed gone for 3 days.

I don’t play. Oh yeah baby, the house buying decision was made that night.