My husband doesn't understand my fears. I am deathly afraid of things that crawl. The worst of those being rodents. I was working in my yard today when I saw something slither through the vegetation. I have this milk crate that I sit on when I pull weeds, or cut down vegetation, such as the daylily leaves, which I was doing today. I was almost done when I saw something run. It's a good thing that it ran away from me, and not toward me, or I might have had a heart attack on the spot. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it happened again a few times. I'm not quite sure what it was, but living in Chicago, where we have a know rat problem this year because of our mild Winter, I am imagining the worst.
I immediately stopped working, and now I am afraid to go back out there. Of course, I then start reading about these Norwegian rats that we have in Chicago, and they burrow in the ground. Makes me feel all the worst.
My husband starts to tease me about a return trip outside to finish up the gardening. I tell him that I may never garden again, and he laughs at me.
I wish I was fearless, and unafraid, but this will prey on my mind. This is so much worse than the dead rat that I saw in the garbage about a month ago.
My garden is a jungle, and I just might have to hire someone to take care of that, because I can't bring myself to work out there now. The kids are going to have to take out the garbage, and I will most likely be a nervous wreck everytime I must walk through the yard.
I'm glad we are going on vacation in a few weeks.
I always said that the only thing that would drive me out of my house would be rodents. Thankfully this was outside, and it will stay there.
Do you believe in prayer? Pray for me.