An Irrational Fear

I am really, really afraid of mice. They totally creep me out. When I think about them I involuntarily end up pulling these horrible disgusted faces.

The reason I bring this up is….we have some mice at work! I haven't seen them, they are mostly in another quadrant of the building, but I'm totally grossed out. They even found one in the toaster. Good thing I don't make toast at work! They've caught several and are working to eradicate the rest and it's supposedly going well. But, here are some of the totally crazy things I'm now afraid while I'm at work:

• When my feet are under my desk and I can't see them, I'm CONVINCED that a mouse is going to come and scamper across them…or worse, start to scamper across them, realize my legs are warm and run up my pant leg to get cozy!
• I'm totally afraid that a mouse is going to climb up into the toilet paper holder in the bathroom. You know, so when I go to spin the roll to get paper the mouse will come dropping out from inside and land on my hand!
• I'm afraid that if I open my desk drawer, there is going to be a mouse inside scurrying around trying to get out but being totally trapped by the walls of the drawer.
• I moved my garbage can today and I was afraid that when I did a mouse would come running out from behind it…so afraid that I actually had my feet up on my chair just in case it happened.

You can call me paranoid if you want to, I think it probably describes me well today! Yuck, I hate mice.