Ugggghhhhh I HATE mice. Just seeing one is enough to give me the creeps and put my nerves on edge. 🙁
*EDIT*
When my husband and I lived with his parents a few years ago, while we were trying to save money to move out on our own, they were nasty people and their house was overrun with mice. I HATED nights there because you could hear them in the walls, no matter where you were in the house. *shudder*
One night we were laying in bed and I woke up 'cause I felt something scurrying over my legs on top of the covers... I laid there for a minute, thinking I dreamt it, but no, there it was again... I looked down and there was a big fat mouse on top of my legs. I took the covers and give them a flick and heard the fat thing *THUNK* against the door of our closet. Ugggh.... The very next day I started our apartment search. LMAO