The one time I was actually scared by a mouse, it was because I didn't initially realize it was a mouse. I went into the back room of the smoke shop, lo these many years ago, saw a gray body skittering toward me over the floor, and had a panicked moment of, "Oh my god that is the biggest silverfish I ever saw get it away get it away get it away!" This only lasted a second, since by the time the mouse got close enough to literally run into my shoe, I'd figured out that it wasn't an evil bug of darkest evil, and was amused and annoyed more than anything.
(I'm always a little regretful about killing mice. Silverfish, though, I just smash with extreme prejudice and go about the rest of my day feeling that I have done a noble and just service to the universe.)
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Date: 2016-01-19 03:35 am (UTC)(I'm always a little regretful about killing mice. Silverfish, though, I just smash with extreme prejudice and go about the rest of my day feeling that I have done a noble and just service to the universe.)