Reader Story: I stabbed a mouse to death once, after living with him for a couple weeks.
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I stabbed a mouse to death once. I must be appearing sadistic, eh? I had a major duel with this mouse. I call it a dragon mouse. It was an epic battle! Well, this mouse invaded my house one day, and I didn’t really care till it started running around my room. One day it tried to get into my chocolate stash, and that was it. I heard rummaging through my trash can (where my chocolate wrappers are). I tried grabbing him bare handed, but he was too quick. He had those beady black eyes too. What I did was trap him in my trash can one day. I took the trash can and dumped it into the sewer, and I was so happy I got rid of him. But no, a few days later he was back! He started taunting me too. So, I got a mouse trap and put chocolate on it. I heard it spring one day, but of course he got away. I reset the trap again and waited. Sure enough, it caught him the next day. The thing was, he wasn’t dead. So, I grabbed my knife and started stabbing him to death. I got blood everywhere, and killed the little fucker! Then I pretended he was a puppet, and made him talk. It was a grand day of victory, and I felt triumphant defeating him! I had to clean my floor and knife of the blood. It was a test of wills, and just remember… I won! I celebrate every victory, it’s part of my philosophy. He remembered the chocolate, you can’t take my chocolate though. What is ironic is that at one point I thought he was kinda cute. But, it was like he was intruding instead of being a guest. I’ve never had a pet actually, did I tell you he had black beady eyes? I looked into his eyes once, and it was really like he was taunting me. I can only imagine what it was like back in the Middle Ages, killing a guy with a sword.Mouse Postscript
I even had a dream about that mouse last night. In the dream he was in my room and bit my foot. At this point I realized I was dreaming (it seemed my mind just couldn’t fathom a mouse running up to me and biting me), so I grabbed the mouse and bit his head off.
- Molyneaux
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LMAO….that is terrible! That’s what cats are for! I guess if someone was trying to get at my stash and I was in a particularly bad mood….but no, I can’t even watch when they take my blood at the Dr.s. AND, even though my own mother doesn’t believe me, I have given up chocolate. It’s not for lent, it’s just one way to be better to my body. Still smoking of course, and nothing goes better with a smoke than a big Hersheys with almonds (yum) The reason I came off my Lithium was all those pounds I put on with it. My Doc found something else that works for me so I’m grateful for that. And Lithium is just so harsh sounding. I mean, Lithium is in batteries right? I know it’s saved peoples lives. It saved my sanity for years. I just have a very low immune system, from all the drugs I’ve been on through the years. Off the top of my head I think I’ve tried at least 10 different meds for mental illness in my life, currently on 4. Whatever works, right? K~
Awesome story man lol.
Hey Screeb,
Loved the mouse story. For me, I pick up all little critters and put them outside so they can live. But I have to admit I have no qualms about killing a mouse. I prefer a shotgun though.
Ever wonder what lesson this life force that is part of you was reflecting?
I love stories like these, put me in a mixed and uncertain emotion. Disgusted+touched+charmed+sad,…
like the feeling between killing the mouse and liking its feature. Like kicking out a friend but enjoyed their companionship.
I had a similar attachment once to a mosquito. It lived with me for a few days at the end of the mozzie season and was the last mosquito that year.
A special mozzie who bit me for a few days.
I imagined/beleived it was the last alive on earth and could not bring myself to destroy it. I gave it my blood.
Then my girlfriend visited one night and immediately crushed it, without a thought.
Without hearing our story.
This event triggered a mood swing and we argued.
“You killed the mosquito!”, ”
it’s the last one!” etc…
She couldn’t understand.
We broke up after that.