whiteraven
Diamond Member
Ok. This might be a little weird. I don't know where else to go with this to figure it out and I wasn't sure this was the right forum. But here goes...
I'm 57 (well, ok...58 in a few days) and moved out of my parents' house when I graduated from college - at 20-21. I've lived in 3 places besides my current place (which I own) and have never had issues with mice. I've had insects of various sorts and right now I get earthworms on my living room floor (no idea), but never mice.
So I came home 2 nights ago and there was a mouse in my living room. I thought it may have come in when I opened the door but regardless, there it was. I have 2 cats (who have never been outside and have never seen a mouse). The one chased and killed it - I gotta say I was very proud of her; she doesn't even really play much. And she was proud, too. But I'm the one with the dead mouse on my floor.
Got home tonight and there was another - quite dead - mouse on the floor.
So...I am passionate about animals. All sorts. Insects, spiders, everything. But *this* - this is freaking me out. I have so much anxiety about mice in my house. Like, fear and anxiety. I don't understand it. They are just mice, for gods' sake.
What little thinking I can allow myself to do about it leads me to think it has something to do with a violation of my space. There's also this feeling of a loss of control (no idea where that comes from). And maybe a little bit of "I'm not a good housekeeper because if I were, I wouldn't have mice."
Anyway, thanks for hearing me.
I'm 57 (well, ok...58 in a few days) and moved out of my parents' house when I graduated from college - at 20-21. I've lived in 3 places besides my current place (which I own) and have never had issues with mice. I've had insects of various sorts and right now I get earthworms on my living room floor (no idea), but never mice.
So I came home 2 nights ago and there was a mouse in my living room. I thought it may have come in when I opened the door but regardless, there it was. I have 2 cats (who have never been outside and have never seen a mouse). The one chased and killed it - I gotta say I was very proud of her; she doesn't even really play much. And she was proud, too. But I'm the one with the dead mouse on my floor.
Got home tonight and there was another - quite dead - mouse on the floor.
So...I am passionate about animals. All sorts. Insects, spiders, everything. But *this* - this is freaking me out. I have so much anxiety about mice in my house. Like, fear and anxiety. I don't understand it. They are just mice, for gods' sake.
What little thinking I can allow myself to do about it leads me to think it has something to do with a violation of my space. There's also this feeling of a loss of control (no idea where that comes from). And maybe a little bit of "I'm not a good housekeeper because if I were, I wouldn't have mice."
Anyway, thanks for hearing me.