A friend asked me what the fear of mice is called. While I was Googling that, I began to experience the beginnings of a panic attack. I came across a quiz which I took and, according to the quiz, I have a severe case of musophobia.
This being a full service blog, I persevered, and just for you, I hereby present a brief sampling of the results of my search, even though it was freaking me the fuck out. (I would have put a picture of a mouse at the top of this post but...hell to the no!)
From Musophobia.com:
Musophobia is a fear of mice or rats. The origin of the word Muso is Latin (mus meaning mouse). Musophobia is one of the most common specific phobias. Musophobia is also known as Suriphobia and Murophobia (murine stems from the Muridae family that encompasses mice and rats) .
Musophobia is created by the unconscious as a protective mechanism. This mechanism was probably created as some point in the persons past when they had a traumatic experience with a mouse or rat. Everyone experiences their fears in different ways and intensity levels and some react in different ways, such as screaming, running to different rooms, and/or getting to higher ground.
11 comments:
weeeeeell...
what do you know.. you are "mouse - o - phobic"
We are still experiencing mouse problems..
This morning we found a bag of nuts ripped open and semi-consumed on the floor...
This bag of nuts was orginally on a shelve.. so we know it can climb quite well..
Yesterday we found out the little mouse bastard climbed on to the stove and dined on OUR dinner...
And we also found a mouse trap without the food, but not triggered...
i can't believe this friggin guy (mouse)..
Higher ground - perfect! No mouses up there!
Laurie: I have 2 things to say:
1) Rent the movie "Ratatouille;"
and 2) Get a cat.
My parents had a rat (NOT a mouse) in their house one time. My mom freaked out. After a mad search of the house, it was determined the rat had come in from the tiniest of openings around the pipe under the sink. After no evidence of the rat for a doay or 2, mom & dad closed the hole. You guessed it-- the rat was locked IN the house. Mom saw it again and freaked, but my dad calmly opened the back door; reached outside; and grabbed the cat that I said followed me 3 miles home from the swiming pool one day 10 years before this incident. (I actually wrapped the cat in a towel and nearly strangled it to death on the bicycile ride home. It's a wonder it stayed with us at all--much less for 10 years, but that is another story for another day). Any way, the cat ate the rat. End of story.
EEB
I agree, you should get a cat. The mice would stay away. :)
I don't mind mice in cages. They're kind of cute. :)
http://picture-book.com/node/2594
I don't know about you but m'urine stems from being scared the fuck out when one comes running towards me.
Leon - Oh, for God's sake!
Larry - I know, it's silly. I'm mostly living upstairs...as though the mouse bastard can't climb stairs.
EEB - Oh, man! What a great story.
Jen - I don't think I could even look at one in a cage.
Adela - That's adorable!
Zina - That'll do it.
So you are telling me Tom & Katie named their little girl after a mouse?
That little one is gonna need some serious help.
Grimm - I think her name will be the least of her problems.
I never knew that was what I had but I do know this: If I see a mouse, or God forbid a rat, in my house I'm grabbing the dog and walking out the door...right then and there. I'll buy all new things when I get where I'm going. I'm not taking the chance of grabbing a suitcase only to find out they've got squatters rights to it!
Beaumont Queen of Quite a Lot - I totally agree. That sounds like an excellent plan.
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