A friend of mine is a psychologist who works at NIMH. She saw the movie with her daughter, and bought her daughter the book (I don't think she herself read it), but never realized that NIMH was her NIMH until I told her.
Here's a photo to get you on the mouse's side: [link]
I hope you caught the mouse, P-C. I would have freaked out if it were me.
I definitely prefer mice to roaches. I don't care that much for mice, but my big problem with them is that they are so wee that when I see them moving in my peripheral vision, I think they are giant bugs and that freaks me out.
We had a mouse/mice in our old apartment. One was just the house mouse and couldn't really do much to deter it from hanging out, so we eventually just had to poison it. The other 2 that came in one day when it was snowing like 3 feet, were not as savvy with the layout of the house and we were very easily able to trap them and toss them out into the snow. They kept their distance after that. Heh.
Also, laughing at Hec's mousephobia incitings. Heh, again.
Back from a weekend of family madness, and while a bit exhausted and whatnot, I survived, which is always a good thing. Had an aunt come up to me and ask how I could deny Tom having children, when he was so good with them (Tom very much acts like a giant kid when around the niece and nephew, they love it). I was like, uh, this is the same dude who won't touch me for 2 weeks after young child interaction because
that's where they COME FROM!
I was a bit amused at the total tackiness of the question and discussion. Because this side of the family is tres gauche.
Yeah, I'd much rather have mice than roaches. Fortunately though, I have neither.
ugh! I hate the internets today. One of the servers at work is being screwy and I can't get to anywhere except here, and I'm all caught up and am feeling murderously rage-y about things today.
Sorry for rage, sorry for bitching about family.
I just want to go home.