A little mouse that broke me


I was eating dinner at my kitchen table...

I am sitting in the chair closest to the camera. There I am, just chomping away... and I see some movement out of the corner of my (left) eye.
Quickly turn.
And there. In all it's glory.

A mouse. A da** mouse.

I just stared at it. Panicking inside. Heart rate high. Stomach sinking.
How do you get rid of the thing WHEN IT'S JUST SITTING THERE!?

I stood up. Took one step.
It scurried under the stove.


What else could I do, but... that's right, CALL MY MOM!

Mom: Hey sweetie
Me: MOM!
Mom: Yeees?
(feeling sorry for me silence, not a "good luck with that" silence... make sense?)
Me: Oh my gosh. Mom! A MOUSE! Uggggggh!
Mom: Yuck! I am so sorry.

She then proceeded to calm me down... a little. I called my associations' maintenance guy, who gave me the number for the exterminator. I went to Home Depot and got some traps.

Texted my dad.
Continued to freak the freak out.
Texted my friends.
Realized that I REALLY can't handle crap like this.

I am not one of those people that just deals with creatures. Rodents or bugs or anything that INVADES MY SPACE.


And I just broke. Why did I think it was a good idea to buy a house? And handle all of this on my own? Who said I was adult enough for this? Why did I decide to live on my own? And just be able to deal with all the stuff that I don't like.

I didn't go to bed until after midnight because I was scared the darn thing was going to find me. No joke. How old am I again?

And here comes the part where this is all just a big metaphor for my life.

Just kidding. I mean, I am absolutely sure there is a very meaningful one. But, I haven't fully found it yet. Nor, do I really want to. It's kind of exhausting having to find meaning and purpose in every.single.crazy.thing that happens in the day/week/year/life, ya know? I can't be the only one.

But, I do know that Satan tried to use this to really, really break me down. To believe things that I know only come from him.

I did buy this awesome condo.
I can do this. Yes, it's hard. Yes, I will do things that I don't want to.
Yes, I will learn a whole lot about things that I can't even imagine.
I am capable of making this place be a place of joy and love and beauty.
This is my life. This is where I'm at.

With da** mouse and all.

No, I haven't caught him. No, I haven't seen him again. Maybe he went away!! Or, maybe he is dead under my stove.

The exterminator comes tomorrow.

Pray for me.

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  1. You are the best writer! You have a great ability to use words to captivate me, even knowing the story...even the mouse.... And most of all...knowing and loving you. Praying...

  2. Ugh! I think I would have had a completely similar reaction! I have been praying and discerning about getting my own house, and I can admit fearing an experience like that is something that really holds me back. I still want someone to kill spiders for me! And yes, just admitting that fear to myself has definitely lead me to hearing all sorts of lies from the devil too. Praying that this mouse situation is soon resolved and you can feel safe in your house again!

  3. I have had the same reaction, after my sister and I scream and panick we call the 'rents. When the pipe bursts or the electrical goes wonky and I want to find the adult only to realise that's me. You can do it, all these are learning experiences. I love your take away, I'm really working on recognising the lies that Satan tries to make me believe.
    "We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;" 2 Corinthians 4:8-9


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