I hate bitches who cultivate a ‘fear’ of mice. it’s not cute and whimsical, cunt. it’s just you looking like a sack of shit.
same goes for those crap ‘individuals’ who cultivate fears of other common objects and critters. . . spiders, sharks or toaster ovens. just grow a pair, you fucking pussy.
alternatively – stfu.
^ Exactly, Frankenstein. Fears of objects or things are not real, but an imaginary self-heightened panic experience that is completely unnecessary. A mouse may be dirty and rabid, but one can walk away from it or swat it away from oneself. One doesn’t have to jump up on a table, scream bloody murder, and lose total control of one’s body just because one saw a mouse in the corner. Fight or flight response does not entail frantic behavior.
I’m not as worried about dirty and rabid mice as I am about dirty and rabid midgets. They’re taking over my neighborhood with their machine guns. So I went and bought a bullet-proof car. But they’re midgets so I bought a convertible