I have this thing about rats and mice, in the sense that I can’t even see pictures of them without feeling a revulsion in my stomach.
So, this morning on my ride into work, I thought I saw a rat just off the trail that turned out to be a blackbird, and yet the revulsion still set in, and I rode another few hundred metres trying to shake the image of a rat.
Now, I have never had any traumatic experiences with rats or mice; nor have I had any particular cause to be put off by them. Yet I still go through this whole involuntary response thing even when I only think I’ve seen one.
What’s with that?
I mean, if I saw a squirrel, or a rabbit, (or, back in Canada, a chipmunk), or anything else – including snakes and lizards – I would not have the same response.
Is it just some primal revulsion based on some experience one of my caveman ancestors had? Does anyone else get freaked out by rodents?