How I caught the plague

Here is a picture of my desk at work.


About a month ago I heard a little noise, and it sounded like it was coming from my filing cabinet.  This one right here.


And I thought to myself, “Oh no!  Is there a mouse in my filing cabinet?!”  For this to make more sense perhaps I should elaborate on what I actually keep in my filing cabinet:

  • Instant oatmeal
  • Tea
  • Calcium pills (‘Pills’ feels like the wrong word here, but I’m not sure of a better one.)
  • Advil
  • Text books (a handful or so)
  • No files

I sat there for probably five minutes trying to decide whether or not I should open the cabinet and check.  On one hand, I wanted to know if it was a mouse.  On the other hand, I didn’t want to see a mouse.  In the end I mustered up the courage and opened it.

There was no mouse.  And everything appeared perfectly intact.  Besides (I figured), how could a mouse actually get into the cabinet?  What a relief!  I figured the noise I heard had been coming from somewhere else, and I promptly forgot about the whole ordeal.

Until yesterday.

When one of my co-workers let us know about the mouse that destroyed the box of instant oatmeal left in his identical filing cabinet.  Great.  I couldn’t even remember the last time I opened mine.  Very possibly it was a month ago when I checked to see if there was a mouse eating my oatmeal.

My co-worker was nice enough to help me brave my filing cabinet again.  There still wasn’t a mouse.  This time, however, there was evidence that a mouse had been there.  And by evidence I mean (among other things) poop.

So now I have a dilemma.  Just recently I decided to try and sell my college text books since, as you may have observed via this post, I don’t really use them.  But I’m not going to sell someone a text book that’s been pooped and (most likely) peed on.  And I really don’t feel right about donating even a sanitized set of books to the library.  Yet I just can’t bring myself to throw them away.  What a pickle.

Over the last couple days I also started getting sick.  It’s of the cold variety.  My rational brain understands this.  But there’s also a little irrational part of my brain that’s having trouble separating the two events:

Mouse + Sick = I now have the plague.

5 thoughts on “How I caught the plague

  1. I believe calcium “supplements” is what you were shooting for. LOL

    Hope you get over your hantavirus soon. No one likes to have hantavirus at Thanksgiving.

    Oh, and the text books? Squirt ’em with a shot of Purell and they’ll be good as new. hahaha

  2. OH MY GOSH, I’m freaking out for you! Mice are seriously my worst nightmare (besides throwing up, of course). I hope you feel better soon!

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