Oh, Rats

Okay, so here's a question: is it coincidence that the same day that I watched Ratatouille, I was awakened in the middle of the night by a rodent in my room? Seriously. I liked the movie, but I had a hard time getting over the whole rats in the kitchen thing. Especially when they walked on all four paws. It just kind of made me shiver. And then, last night, I woke up to the sound of rustling and gnawing. They will not leave me alone!

The thing is, I have been on outreach several times and slept perfectly soundly, knowing full well that there are rats and mice in the building with me. And I've even slept on the floor in those places. But there is something about them in your own room that is just disturbing. For me, it goes back to Little House on the Prairie... which in my family is apparently the sum of all fears. Well, the fear of mice. And also the fear of the KKK, which I had nightmares about when I was smaller, although I think that one is actually because of Father Murphy, which I think was a Little House spin-off. And also my brother hated the show because of one episode where Laura thought Mrs. Olsen's head got cut off and my brother had bad dreams about it. ANYWAY, there was this one time that mice ate Pa's hair in the night while he was sleeping. This may have actually been in the book, not the TV show. But maybe both. But the point is that I really don't want mice to eat my hair in the night, and so I don't like having mice in my room. And that is why I set out my trusty peanut butter trap this morning. The end.