I don’t just dislike mice and rats but am terrified of them. TERRIFIED. I refuse to see movies starring mice; cooking, singing, or protecting Narnia, they are rodents, and I can’t bear them.

I’m so terrified of them that during a particularly horrible battle with them, I simply left town. Actually, I left the state. At first I simply went to New York and stayed in a friend’s apartment. But the second time I needed more than 15 miles between me and the mousehouse my apartment had become. I figured 200 miles would do it so went and spent four days in Will’s hometown, staying with his father and stepmother…because everyone knows there are no mice in the Amherst woods.

So you can imagine my horror when, as I was leaving a lovely morning visit over coffee with a colleague, I saw a GIANT inflatable rat floating in front of the Talbot’s in Upper Montclair. I looked at Jon and said, “You see that too, right? RIGHT?!?!? I’m not having a horrible flashback.” He saw it too. I was half-kidding when I asked the question, but I really did have a moment of OMG (more like WTF, but I’m trying to be polite)! And I couldn’t look in that direction again, even when it was necessary for driving (I just closed my eyes, prayed no SUV would hit me, and floored it).

And it now I’ve realized that the rat is on the same block as a favorite sandwich shop, and I’m hungry, which reminds me of a couple of particularly bad nights when I couldn’t get to my kitchen because I hear the little bastards crawling all over everything.

One wonders who thought this was a good idea? Or if Jon and I are BOTH having flashbacks. And one wonders why the hell the thing is in front of Talbot’s. Is it part of their end-of-season sale?

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