The other day I wrote about being so immersed in looking through boxes in an attic
that I didn't even react when a rat fell on my shoulder. Recalling that moment now causes me to shudder
and honestly want to vomit. I have a serious addiction to old things.
Judy, a longtime reader of French la Vie sent me an email regarding my blog post.
Judy's story sharing did not disappoint. I asked her if I could share it with you …
"Mice, rats, and spiders would do me in no matter what the treasure was. Add a bat to the mixture and I would probably faint. Once when my sister was alone at her Montana home, her dog alerted her in the middle of the night that there was a grizzly bear outside. She got her gun but she keeps the shells in her living room 2 steps down. She miscalculated where the steps were in the darkness and fell to the floor. She felt something swoop over her head. When she reached the lights, she saw a bat on the beam. She went to the closet to get a broom to try to swat at the bat and a mouse ran out of the closet. She spent the rest of the night in a chair where she could see the bat, see outside to make sure the bear wasn’t going to break in, and scanned the floor for the mouse. Of all the creatures, she was most afraid of the mouse. We grew up on a farm and saw mice often, but never liked them. (She only keeps the gun for protection. Bears have been known to break into houses though it is very rare)."
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