My bedroom is in the basement. My boyfriend and I had transformed my nearly 100 year old house, making the basement into a huge master bedroom, w/walk-in closet, bathroom and then the other half of the basement is a family room with a big screen tv and entertainment center. It's nice, but still, its the basement, lol.
I went downstairs the other day and stepped on some plaster and wondered where that had come from. I also saw other small signs of disorder but dismissed it. So I'm sound asleep and I hear loud scratching in the next room; the corridor outside of my bedroom.
Let me just explain, I'm unreasonably afraid of small hairy creatures that sneak into people's houses. If you're not then you impress and amaze me. But if I get out of bed and 'Willard' or 'Ben' (obscure reference to movies with rats), is sitting on my dresser or scurrying across my floor I am likely to have a heart attack! So I'm sitting up in my bed at 5 am in the morning, my sheet clutched to my chest. Thank god my friend was over. Thank god! Because he was poking a broom into every nook and cranny of the basement (stumbling along sleepily and not following basic instructions like turn on the light!). Every time he stumbled over something I'd scream. I darted up the basement steps and my cat ran past me and I screamed. I had my friend walk me back down into the basement so I could find clothes and things for work--and to direct him on where to place the mouse traps (non-kill, of course), I screamed when he dropped it. I screamed literally 3 times!
I have no fear of snakes, spiders, bees, wasps...but a rodent--be it large or small--terrifies me! So it's like 5:30 in the morning and I'm perched upstairs on my couch typing away. This will be my bed until the mouse is trapped...and probably even after.
BTW...I was going to place a picture of a mouse on this post...but even that creeped me out.