Many many years ago I went hunting with my dad (yes I go hunting, well use to) and we stayed in this trailer that hadn't been inhabited in a while, and it was literally filled with mice. I slept on the couch and you could hear them crawling all over and in the kitchen. It was disgusting; we killed like a dozen mice in one day. That's when I think the phobia started. Now I can hardly look at them without freaking out and running away.
Thus, the mouse in the lab was quite horrible, not to mention the obscene amounts of mouse shit I was cleaning off every surface... So I mustered the courage to remove the mouse (after calling Dror to bitch), and threw him into the bush. Then, I continued to clean. 100 lysol wipes later I look down and what's right by my foot but another dead mouse! Fuck! These things are appearing everywhere. I scream, jump back and then am just pissed because this is silly, two dead mice just appearing out of nowhere. I shovel this one up and throw it away. Cleaning continued for a few more hours...
Now for the third... I went for a run and on the last stretch back I look down and... yes another dead mouse that I most trip over. Thankfully I was in the zone and kept on.
Wow.
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