We all have our own share of fear. Who doesn’t? I fear losing a loved one (I’ve been through this when I lost my dad and I find it so hard to move on). Aside from that, I also have this kind of unreasonable phobia that I just can’t get over with. It’s called musophobia (the fear for mice and rats). I know these creatures are harmless in some ways because they won’t/can’t hurt me, but I don’t understand why I have this big disgust for such house pest. Admittedly, I belong to a huge number of women who scream and jump atop chairs at a mere sight of these yucky rodents.
Let me share to you the not-so-funny experience (though some will find it funny) I had with mice last night. I transferred to my own room in our boarding house. After I’m done moving my things, I watched TV for a while. When I was back in my room, I noticed that there’s something moving inside my bag where I put in the plastic bag with 4-kg. rice grains. I preferred not to go somewhere nearer to check it out because I already saw its tail and I got goosebump upon seeing it. Instead, I found myself running out of the room, calling my landlady, and asking her to get that rodent out of my bag! Good thing she understands my fear because her daughter also suffers from this kind of phobia.
Convinced that Ate Rose (that’s my landlady’s name) had already driven the mouse out of my room, I went inside to get my soap and towel and out again to take a good night bath. I entered the room again after taking a bath and as turned on the light, I saw the heads of three little mice popped up at my bag. They were also startled when the room lightened up. One of them returned inside, one hid at the bag’s pocket and the other one jumped out of the bag and ran to my direction. Out of fear, I jumped and screamed so loud and so my landlady went back to my room to get those mice out once again. A few minutes later, she assured me that they’re all but gone. So inside I went.
While I was making myself up for bed, Ate Rose was busy inserting a piece of fabric in that gap between the floor and the bottom part of the door where those small mice passed through. I felt a bit comfortable with the thought that all those f@*&!n rats have been out of my bedroom now. But I guessed wrong. Some of them are still left inside that bag, making noise as they try to eat up the plastic bag so they could get the grains. I’m afraid to rush to the door because I saw another one trying to find its way in. So I first hit it with my slippers to drive it one away from the door. When it was gone, I quickly flew out of the room and headed to the third floor to ask for my cousin’s help.
He said that we will just insert a hard strip of hard-bound paper box in their entry point. So we went down carrying the box of the television that Nanay bought just a month ago. I asked Kuya to check first the bag where those rodents stayed. He did and found two small mice inside. He threw them out of the window and turned to me. You know what? He laughed so loud at sight of me shaking in one corner of the room. Yeah, my knees were trembling but I still managed to walk out and get myself a glass of water. At least, water helped lessen my fear.
So there. I think you now have an idea how I suffer from musophobia. That’s not the first time I felt like losing my consciousness just because of mice and rats. It started when I was in my 1st grade and until now, I just can’t overcome it. I’m praying not to have mouse encounters again especially when I’m alone in my room. What I want this time is to find my way out of this phobia. I think in time I will also consider musophobia treatment. So wish me luck my friends.
Let me share to you the not-so-funny experience (though some will find it funny) I had with mice last night. I transferred to my own room in our boarding house. After I’m done moving my things, I watched TV for a while. When I was back in my room, I noticed that there’s something moving inside my bag where I put in the plastic bag with 4-kg. rice grains. I preferred not to go somewhere nearer to check it out because I already saw its tail and I got goosebump upon seeing it. Instead, I found myself running out of the room, calling my landlady, and asking her to get that rodent out of my bag! Good thing she understands my fear because her daughter also suffers from this kind of phobia.
Convinced that Ate Rose (that’s my landlady’s name) had already driven the mouse out of my room, I went inside to get my soap and towel and out again to take a good night bath. I entered the room again after taking a bath and as turned on the light, I saw the heads of three little mice popped up at my bag. They were also startled when the room lightened up. One of them returned inside, one hid at the bag’s pocket and the other one jumped out of the bag and ran to my direction. Out of fear, I jumped and screamed so loud and so my landlady went back to my room to get those mice out once again. A few minutes later, she assured me that they’re all but gone. So inside I went.
While I was making myself up for bed, Ate Rose was busy inserting a piece of fabric in that gap between the floor and the bottom part of the door where those small mice passed through. I felt a bit comfortable with the thought that all those f@*&!n rats have been out of my bedroom now. But I guessed wrong. Some of them are still left inside that bag, making noise as they try to eat up the plastic bag so they could get the grains. I’m afraid to rush to the door because I saw another one trying to find its way in. So I first hit it with my slippers to drive it one away from the door. When it was gone, I quickly flew out of the room and headed to the third floor to ask for my cousin’s help.
He said that we will just insert a hard strip of hard-bound paper box in their entry point. So we went down carrying the box of the television that Nanay bought just a month ago. I asked Kuya to check first the bag where those rodents stayed. He did and found two small mice inside. He threw them out of the window and turned to me. You know what? He laughed so loud at sight of me shaking in one corner of the room. Yeah, my knees were trembling but I still managed to walk out and get myself a glass of water. At least, water helped lessen my fear.
So there. I think you now have an idea how I suffer from musophobia. That’s not the first time I felt like losing my consciousness just because of mice and rats. It started when I was in my 1st grade and until now, I just can’t overcome it. I’m praying not to have mouse encounters again especially when I’m alone in my room. What I want this time is to find my way out of this phobia. I think in time I will also consider musophobia treatment. So wish me luck my friends.
2 comments:
I had my first experience with a mouse a couple of months ago when one darted towards me in the kitchen one morning. I didn't realize I had this phobia until then. We're still trying to get rid of the buggers, and it's terrible, because I am so scared I can barely bring myself to go into the kitchen. Then I found signs that it's (they've) been in my living room and there was a nest in my coat closet. My husband has been trying to take care of them, but he doesn't get how afraid I am. He is just annoyed and impatient with me. But I literally shake and cry after I've seen one, and finding their droppings made me physically ill. It doesn't help that I have 3 little kids, and I don't want to pass this fear onto them, but I can't seem to control it. It just sucks, doesn't it?
I am 14 years old and I have a terrible fear of mice. I live in the country, so field mice are expected. One day when I was about 7, I was outside, and on my way oinside, I saw 3 small mice lying dead in a bucket full of water. I began to scream, and I was shaking and crying for an hour. Just recently, I went to Paris. In a subway station I saw a mouse run across the floor of the food court and I freaked out. I didn't eat anyhthing for the rest of the day. Another time, I saw a mouse run across the room in my house and I ran outside and sat shaking in my mom's car for 2 hours. Even hearing stories about mice makes me shake. Also, I can't handle gerbils, hamsters, or any other rodent-like pets.
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