A Mouse in the House
I think there's a mouse in my apartment. Okay, I know there's at least one mouse in my apartment and I'm afraid there's a whole horde. I bought these sonic rodent repellers, because I was too chickenshit to try a real trap. So, I spent ten times what I would have spent on mousetraps to buy these high-tech things you plug into your sockets, that supposedly emit a high-frequency sound that drives the mice away.
I was nervous to plug them in. What if the poor things come out shrieking with blood running out of their little mouse ears? That would be traumatic and also, I would have to deal with the little dead bodies. I debated, but then finally did plug them in, because, well, I don't want to live with mice. And my parents refused to let me borrow their cat. So, I plug them in and wait for the horrorific blood-curdling mouse shrieks, only nothing happens. I'm relieved. Then I start to wonder how I know if the damn things are working if there is no visible/audible evidence of mousy distress?
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I am always suspicious of those things: what if, somehow, deep in my unconscious, I can hear their evil noise? I mean, it might not manifest the same way in humans. It might just lead to some existential angst. Hmm.
(Love that you tagged this "the horror.")
I've had trouble sleeping and nightmares the past two nights. I'm convinced they are curdling my brain. However, I have not seen any of my furry non-friends, so maybe it's working?
It's probably reprogramming you somehow. I'll be sure to watch for any major changes in personality....