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| Kazimir Malevich, Black Square |
This morning, I found a mouse in my bedroom.
I absolutely freaked. I mean, I screamed and I sprinted across my room and up the stairs. I shook uncontrollably and even cried.
It was terrifying.
When the little devil made its second appearance this afternoon, I washed my hands of the basement and plopped myself on a couch upstairs with my laptop, my phone, and a book (and I'm sleeping in an upstairs bedroom tonight as well).
I know I'm being irrational/it can't hurt me/it's more afraid of me/it's just a little mouse. And we've taken steps to take care of the situation.
But I just don't know how to not be scared of it.
It was terrifying.
When the little devil made its second appearance this afternoon, I washed my hands of the basement and plopped myself on a couch upstairs with my laptop, my phone, and a book (and I'm sleeping in an upstairs bedroom tonight as well).
I know I'm being irrational/it can't hurt me/it's more afraid of me/it's just a little mouse. And we've taken steps to take care of the situation.
But I just don't know how to not be scared of it.
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