This is difficult to write because as I do, my heart is pounding and my stomach churning.
This morning I noticed the bird feeder was empty. Yesterday I watched a mother sparrow taking seeds and giving them to her chick who was sitting on the fence. It was a joy to see.
I also have one of those that have sucker trays that stick to the window. The birds help themselves to the nuts inside. Being on the window means I can watch them. They didn’t use it on the kitchen window, so I moved it to another and noticed the nuts had almost gone. So I was pleased.
I filled the feeder on the window and then went to retrieve the Tupperware container that holds the bird seed. The minute I picked it up it felt heavier than it should be, so I shook it and it looked like I’d left the top open and presumed the contents had got damp making it stick together.
I opened the top and screamed, almost throwing it on the side, running out and setting the dog off barking. I went running to hubby clasping my neck and chest to stop myself going into convulsions. I could hardly speak as my nose started to run, my eyes watered, goose bumps went up my arms and my toes curled.
He stared at me unable to comprehend the severe reaction I was having.
“The, the…the…” I stuttered not able to bring myself to say the words. As I’m writing their are butterflies in my stomach. Inside the containing was a mouse – probably dead. Ugh!
I have a phobia for mice and even the picture below makes me squirm. I know it’s irrational but I can’t help it.
From then I could no more go in that garage until it was gone – and he didn’t do it straight away. Now I know it’s gone, I’m wondering where he put it and too afraid to ask. I’m not sure I can pick up the container again because I know he wouldn’t have emptied out.
What are your phobias?
Karen J. Mossman 