Our storage area, where I'm proudly showing Ben that every canning jar in the house has been sorted and stacked neatly according to size, ready for the produce.
Ben: That looks good, hone... (shifting his gaze slightly behind me) Oh My God!!
Me: (frozen in place for a second) What? What is it? What?
Ben: Get away!
Upon recieving no answer about what the danger could be, I push past him, and run away, out of the room, closing the door behind me. Trapping him in, with... it.
Of course, he wasn't really trapped, there is a handle on that side of the door as well. And "it" was just a mouse that was on the shelf behind me. I wouldn't have been as scared of a mouse, they're not what frightens me. I was afraid it was a bug getting in my hair. Or a crab or lobster. Yes, I'm terrified of them. No, you may not ask how I could possibly be scared there'd be a lobster in my attic.
Thursday, September 03, 2009