Posts Tagged with germophobia
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Pest Control
Those of you who know me know that I take care of most of the pest control needs of our house.  The key word here is MOST.  We have a local pest guy who comes and takes care of the home exterior, and I generally take care of the interior. Water bug?  I may get a little jumpy, but in the end it will meet its demise. Spiders? No problem (as long as they’re not TOO big). Silverfish, salamanders (I catch and release), wasps, and almost any other creepy crawly is none too much for me to handle. I would say that I have that aspect of our home under control (CONTROL!! Bwaahaahaa!) Imagine my surprise, then, as L. ran inside the house Saturday afternoon to tell me that Bradley had caught a rat in the backyard. Wait. What??? Husband was out of town, and in usual fashion I had unwisely chosen the weekend to clean out one of the storage units in the backyard. To the best of my estimation I must have scared one of the little critters into one of the bait boxes where he consumed some poison before wandering out into the yard and croaking. One of my first thoughts was whether or not Bradley had actually eaten the rat, and if he had – what in the world would I do? Our dog is definitely an indoor family dog, so the thought of him licking us and laying on my bed with his rat-germ filled mouth was quite repugnant. Hmmmm, would it be possible to just leave it in the backyard, take the dog for walks, and wait until Husband got home to fix the problem? My second thought was:  Hantavirus!  (again with the germophobia?  I know, I know…it’s a problem.) I bravely walked outside... Continue Reading
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Naked Isn’t Always Good
my·so·pho·bia noun : abnormal fear of or distaste for uncleanliness or contamination I am a recovering germophobe.  There.  I’ve written it down.  It started sometime when I was a child, probably around the time my mother explained to me why I shouldn’t share chapstick or drink glasses with other children.  She worked in a hospital my entire childhood, which I am sure sullied her views of normal childhood sharing while concurrently affecting my perception of how often people got sick with really odd things.  The peak hit in college when I lived in a dormitory, which probably doesn’t need much explanation.  Even for those who chose a path other than college, the images of thousands of people coming together in one small communal living space with shared bathrooms is descriptive enough. When L. turned 10 months I finally had to confront my fears of the dreaded mall playground.  All those bare feet, hands, runny noses, and drool were almost more than I could bear, although it should be noted that this was before the advent of the daily cleaning sessions that mall play areas have now implemented (thank you swine flu!).  Husband finally sat me down and had a talk about statistics, illnesses, building immunity, normal childhood, and other things I tuned out as soon as I realized where he was going with the conversation – and where he wanted me to let our child play. In the end, however, I finally made the leap and let L. play in the children’s area.  I must say it was far less traumatic than I had thought it would be (though I did use wet wipes generously after leaving, on both her hands and her feet), and she did not, as I had feared, come down with typhoid, any sort of pox,... Continue Reading
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