Mouse, Say What?!

You know what I hate more than anything on the planet, besides child abuse and genocide?

Mice. Or, their cousins, Rats.

I hate them.

More than hate, I fear them.

Like, the "Logically, I know I'm 1,000,000,000 times bigger than them and they are more afraid of me and they can't hurt me.... However, if I see one, all logic goes out the window and I just start screaming." type of fear.

So, imagine my reaction on Monday morning when it was casually mentioned at a meeting that we have a mouse in the building.

"Um, excuse me?"

Oh, yes. A mouse. All those trees that were cut down last week in the field by our back parking lot sadly displaced the little darlings and they've found new residence in our radio station.

They moved onto other topics until I said, "Now, about this mouse situation.... We do have someone coming out to take care of it, right?"

Yes, yes, I was assured that an exterminator was already out to set glue traps. Personally, I'm more a fan of those green pellets, but whatever, I'll let them try this out. I made it clear that I. Don't. Do. Mice. and then proceeded to walk with caution wherever I went.

Fast-forward to this morning.

I get to work, get upstairs, open up my office, and then head down the hall to chat with one of the morning show teams during a break. We had a banter and then I turned to head back down the hall to my office.

And, I saw it. A mouse heading down the hall towards me.

Cue high-pitched squealing, a certain hoppy dance, flailing arms, and me running back into the studio from where I came.

Also, cue the four men I was talking to doubled over in laughter.

FD came out of another studio to see who was being killed.

Then, the sucker continued down the hall, acting as though he was coming into the very room I was currently in.

Cue more high-pitched squealing and me jumping on top of the console for safety.

The mouse ran under a door and into a dark office.

At that point, their break was over and it was time to go back on air. What was their opening line?

"Well, the mouse has been spotted and we currently have our Promotions Director, Jessica, sitting on top of our console to prove it. Pictures will be posted on FB, shortly."

Yes, they took pictures of me sitting on the console, in fear for my life, and there was nothing I could do about it.

As they were talking about other subjects, the mouse came back out of the office and ran into another studio. I may have squealed while they were on the air.

When all was said and done, our OWNER came up to the second floor to check to see if I was ok because he heard me freaking out on the radio. He also had our Ops Manager call the exterminator again, because they forgot to trap the entire upstairs.

Not cool, exterminators, not cool.

Our receptionist also called to check on me, because she could hear me screaming, downstairs and on the other side of the building.

This is not ok.