Mice

I know as an animal communicator I should love all animals, but truth told, between you and me, I really, really don't like mice. I turn into a shrieking jump-on-the-chair person when they appear. Although I recognize the ridiculousness of such a response, I can't seem to change. And, over the years, I have had many encounters with this fleet-footed creature.

One summer I went to visit friends who lived in the country by a small lake. It was really warm and they did not have air-conditioning. As I was in my bed with the lights out and a fan blowing directly at me, contemplating a wonderful sleep, I felt the presence of something. A feather touch of something. NO - that was my imagination wasn't it? Was that something by my ear? Did I hear scratching? By. My. Ear? YES I could definitely feel scratching on MY PILLOW - right beside my head.

I leapt out of bed, dashed to the light switch, threw it on and saw my own shock and horror mirrored back to me – on the face of a little field mouse at the corner of my bed just before he dashed down the bedspread and fled. As he dashed, so did I, into the living room roaring for my hosts. I spent the remainder of that night in another bedroom after that room had been carefully searched and towels had been stuffed under the door to fend off small intruders. Of course, my hosts never saw a hair on the mouse.