Here's my story. Yesterday I was cleaning out and reorganizing the pantry. I was sweeping and leaned over to pick up a larger than dust bunny sized object. It wasn't until I stood up and held my hand in the brighter light that I realized I was holding this:
I thought, "Oh yuck, it's a dead mouse," in the most casual manner and dropped it into the the trash bag. Then I thought again, and this time my thought was, "I'm getting old." There are three very specific reasons that I thought that.
1) About 2-3 weeks ago there was a very bad smell in the pantry. I kept checking the refrigerator for a forgotten piece of meat and, when I couldn't find anything suspicious, I decided that some critter must have died in the pantry. And I went about my life. If I'd been younger I'd have turned that room upside down looking for the deceased. But, I just didn't have the gumption to assert myself.
2) I couldn't see well enough in the shadows to recognize that the oversized dust bunny was actually a dead mouse! It was a good sized one at that, and my dimming eyesight did not pick it out.
3) I didn't flinch, scream, or even fling the thing. I was..not..bothered that I was holding a dead mouse, in my bare hand! Not bothered a bit. That was strange.
I have reached a new level of mellow that I didn't think was possible to attain.
7 comments:
LOL! That is completely nasty and amazing all at the same time. I am very impressed! I doubt I'll ever reach that level of mellowness, but I'm sure Joey wouldn't mind if I did! :) -Jamie
I never would have thought it possible. Coley saw the picture, too, and can hardly stand thinking about it. It's got to be an age/experience thing.
Yeah... I pull up my shoulders, make a quiet "houah" type noise and twitch my head every time I see that picture! I can't imagine touching that with my bare hands! Seeing it is bad enough! I'm with Coley on this one! -Jamie
I think it must come from years of raising boys! I'm not looking forward to the mischief my son may have with his mommy in the coming years! I need to reach the point that you're at NOW! I remember one of the first years of church camp and coming out of my cabin to find a dead snake...not a pretty sight...me or the snake!
You know, it could also be that I was just so tired I wasn't reacting to much of anything. And Keelie, my boys have not played boy-pranks on me--thankfully. I think they probably knew that if I didn't appreciate it then they, in turn, would not be happy!
Or maybe they just love me so much they don't want to see me in distress.
I just have one question: did you wash your hands?
MW
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