One of the more common fears, a fear of mice or rats.
In my case I’ve no issue with mice, but their bigger cousin ….. They scare me more than dentists and the angry 5 foot Breton that lives here.
Today, I was at a friends to change their kitchen taps. A simple job, well it should have been but of course, in the land of plumbery, rare are the things simple.
Finally though, after three hours, I’d finished, all the water was back on, a coffee was being prepared so I took most of my tools back to the car. I turned round to head back to the house ………
and there it was.
A rat. About a metre outside of the front door, two metres away from me, on all fours, its eyes wide open, apparently staring right at me.
There is no real logic in a phobia, logic says that if a rat had seen me it would have been sprinting to get away from me, trying to avoid confrontation with something much larger, but a phobia doesnt allow you to think logically.
Several hours later I can estimate that I was rooted to the spot for about 10 or 15 seconds but at the time it seemed a lifetime. Finally I managed a pathetic little scream through my tightened throat. My friend’s wife came to the kitchen door and asked me what the matter was. I pointed in the general direction of the beast, now managing to move my feet and hide behind my car.
“Oh yes, the cat killed it this morning, my husband will move it when he gets home from work.”
Even though I now knew it was dead, I still wasn’t too reassured, but I headed back into the house (giving it as wide a berth as possible) to finish my coffee, collect the rest of my tools and head home.
Dentists I know why I’m scared of, hideous painful memories from childhood, the angry 5 foot Breton scares everyone, but rats … I dont know why I’m sooo scared of them.
So scared that I cant even illustrate this post with a humerous post of the critter.