Musophobia.

I would have drafted and published quite earlier, but writers block really feasted in my brains today. I'm literally just coming up with something.

Something random popped in just now, it really got my fingers moving speedily.

I decided to write about my fear of mice or rats, household rodents.

I actually wanted to just write out:

• The fear of rats.

But then, I knew it will definitely be a phobia, @Bilqees made me understand this. This little knowledge I gained from the aforementioned name, made me surf the internet to get a better glimpse of what type of phobia it's called.

Musophobia

Google defined it as a fear of rodents. People with musophobia are no fans of rodents infestation or problems within the house.

Truth be told, I feel so agitated whenever I see these rodents. I have so many experiences to buttress on this.

Oh! You really need to see me shaking whenever I see a wall gecko, there was a day I saw it in my room. I had to leave the room to sleep in the living room that day.

I was trying to look into the eyes of a rat, few months back, I tried to love it since someone told me they were cute, but then I could actually bare it no more. I ran away.

My experiences:

There was a day I saw a rat in my former place of residence, oh! That day I wanted to prove myself to be finally bold. So I followed the rat right until it went behind a carton. Immediately, I used my fist to punch through the carton; the rat to the wall and it died indeed. I checked to confirm, I celebrated my victory. It was a win at last. (I was 17years old then) here comes the big part for me:

• I had killed the rat (something I've never done in my life).

• But who would pick up the rat to trash it out?.

Now, that was the big question.

Oh! Thank goodness my dad was around. Me to my dad.

Me: Daddy there's a rat behind that carton.

My Dad: Okay! Kill it.

Me: I've killed it already.

My Dad: So why are you telling me about it?, Have you trashed it?.

Me: No, I have not. Please help me trash it. (I did that babyish face, lol, I do that mostly when I want someone to do my bidding, the person would actually look at my face and just wouldn't be able to say no. Except the person is just trying to be vile. Lol).

I don't know how it happened, but unusually, my dad agreed and helped me trash it.

Second experience:

I wasn't home for a whole week, so when I got back home, I was doing my chores, and oh no! I perceived the smell of a dead rat. In my room!! Oh! Of all places, why must it be in my room?!!.

I had to get rid of it, so I searched my room and finally saw the dead rat, a really small dead rat.

Immediately I saw it;

• I located a chair,

• Sat down and went deep into thought,

• What was I thinking about?

• I was mind-rehearsing how I would get a broom, get a dustpan, bend down, use the broom to push the dead rat into the dustpan, walk to the door, open it, go outside and trash it out.

• I stayed there for seconds, seconds turned minutes. I would go to the living room, pick up the broom and dustpan, come back to my room, look at the tiny rat, grumble again and start lamenting.

• I cried, yes, I actually cried that day at the thought of having to dispose the dead rat. Daddy was not around this time around. I was left all alone.

• I really, really cried.

But over 30minutes later, with pacing back and forward. I summoned up courage, went towards the door, opened it wide, put on my nose mask, picked up the broom and dustpan, walked towards the rat, bent down, closed my eyes, tilted my face away a bit and hastily used the broom to push it into the dustpan.

I was satisfied.

I opened my eyes a bit so I won't use my face to hit the wall. I walked hastily outside and quickly disposed the dead rat.

Sighs...

It was that easy!

I can't be the only one on this table right? Who else has musophobia?

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