EEK!!

[sistermagpie]

So I'm sitting on the floor of my room sewing something and complaining to my roommate, who is standing in the doorway, about this editor I'm working with who does not seem to understand or care about young children at all and so keeps giving me suggestions for this picturebook as if the intended audience is adults and not young children. I say, "She doesn't understand why anybody would want to count fish and when you're three counting fish is really..."

At which point my roommate gasps, puts her hand to her mouth and looks slightly to my left.

"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?" I yell. I don't even look where she's looking, just leap off the floor like something's after me. Because I know what it is, I recognize the Dead Mouse Face when I see it.

How on earth could I have been sitting on a floor and not notice that there is a dead mouse lying RIGHT NEXT TO ME??? If I had reached my hand a half an inch off for the scissors I would have touched it. Ick ick ick!

My roommate is freaked out by dead mice because they are germ-filled. I am really not worried about germs. I have an irrational fear that when I try to pick them up they will come back to life and attack me. I had a dream about that happening once with a dead squirrel. This is the second dead mouse in two days--somebody must be putting out poison or something. Anyway, this is a pleasant thing for any Sunday afternoon.

Comments

[petitesoeur.livejournal.com]

total yuck! yuck to the mice {dead or alive mice are yucky} yuck to the editor who doesn't think counting fish is a good idea -- what in blazes does she think a 3 year old should be counting?

[sistermagpie.livejournal.com]

I don't think she gets that they should be counting, to be honest! She also didn't get that the Captain in the story is supposed to be a 3-year-old himself inside. She thought he was grouchy and needed to be, like, be punished tor that but he was just being 3 and saying, "These are my fish. This is my spot. You go over there."