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- A Fear I Had When I Was Ten
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- The mice are now in complete control of my kitchen and living room from the hours of 10:30 PM to roughly 7 or 8 AM. I thought I had struck a good deal with the mice, but evidently they felt the terms were unfair. In my previous unwritten agreement, I would vacate the basement during the nighttime hours and they would be allowed to scurry along the floor in peace. It was only mentally that this contract was enforceable. The mice are in complete control; I am helpless against them. I would vacate the bedroom if the mice decided it was more comfortable.
- The first time I saw a mouse in my basement I jumped onto the seat. In response my giant form spastically flailing on top of the chair, the mouse darted back under the couch, and, presumably, into the wall. I paused the movie and sealed off the room. Unable to do anything about it at the time, I retired to bed.
- The next night I was again watching a movie on my impressive home theater. However, this time I was alert, like an animal who knows it is prey. I paid, admittedly, little attention to the movie, being much more aware of the venomous snake or armed terrorist waiting to emerge from under the couch. As I had feared, it came. Beady black eyes and round grey frame feet from me. Again, I paused the movie, sealed off the room, and watched the TV in the living room instead. The basement was theirs; they could have it. I did not want to share it with them.
- I made a note of it to avoid the basement when the mice were using it. This proved to be whenever the sun was down, and in the lengthy days of July I felt I had not received a bad deal.
- My horror when the army of mice annexed the living room and kitchen is inexpressible. Immediately I began seeing them in every corner of my dwelling; perhaps not even my bedroom was safe. I could no longer relax in these rooms either. So at the early hour of 10pm, I retreat to my bedroom, close the door as if to stop them, and go to bed. Perhaps my crippling fear of the mice might encourage me to sleep responsibly.
- I am now sealed away in the bedroom. I am very hungry, but I cannot go to the kitchen, for to even open the door is to invite the mice into the last area of my house which is mine. I have visually inspected everywhere in this room and verified that I am sealed off from them. I must stay here until morning, when it is safe to leave again.
- My only fear is that one day they will claim my bedroom and finalize their annexation of my territory. They will claim me as well. I will cower, as I have done so far, on my bed, as mice feast on my eyes and skin and innards and anything their little rodent teeth can possibly tear from my skeleton frame. The lipids and proteins of my cells will become the lipids and proteins of the mice’s cells. In defeat, I will join my enemy.
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