Tonight I discovered that I have a fear of leaping rodents1. Our little hunter brought one of her conquests in before she’d dispatched it. So I spent 5 minutes chasing her from room to room as she’d let it go and then catch it again before finally cornering it upstairs in the bathroom. Poor little thing died of a heart attack while trapped under a box. I tossed the carcass outside but made the mistake of letting the cat go back out. She found it, brought it back in, and finished eating it right next to where she stores her favorite mouse toys. That was quite enough excitement for one evening.
- Catapedasuriphobia. Yes, I just made that up [↩]