Personal Narrative Essay-Of Mice And A Woman

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Of Mice and a Woman I’ve been afraid of mice for as long as I can remember. Spotting a mouse in my home on those rare winter occasions evoked hell in me. My heart would beat rapidly and I’d sweat profusely, yet all the moisture in my mouth would disappear. I actually think I’d be calmer walking past a lion pride than a mouse infested field. The lion is symbolically the king of the jungle. It can roar and roar mightily. It can tackle you to the ground and rip apart your skin, break apart your limbs and devour you like breakfast. A mouse remains meek, quiet, known to be more afraid of man than we are of it. It scurries around to hide from us, lurks around us only to rid itself from cold and consume our unconsumed. Yet, I find a lion to be majestic and a mouse to be a menace. I can never fear an animal as I fear the mouse.…show more content…
Many people fear mice. Some eat mice. Some have them as household pets, while others have them as household pests. Many people watch humanized cartoon mice on television and in film. Some of those people even adorn these cartoon rodents on coffee mugs, clothing, back packs, lunch boxes, etc. This essay explores a complex relationship, one of mice and men…and a woman; …myself. Women in the history of the western world are stereotypically associated with the fear of mice: musophobia. However, this fear is not one based on gender. It is a universal fear that affects both women and men. But why are we so afraid of these little creatures? The fear seems utterly unreasonable. The average height of a human being is about five to six feet tall. Our average weight is over 100 pounds. We are physically seen as colossal in comparison to mice, yet many of us, especially I, jump at the sight of

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