Firstly, this may be short and sweet and may make absolutely no sense at all as I am sitting in an internet cafe- Paperchase, in Halifax, Nova Scotia paying 13 cents a minute. Shits not free!
Day one was a success! I set out to find some rats because they are undoubtedly my number one fear. We’re talking physical reaction, want to vomit even just thinking about those futile rodents with nasty skin tails!! So Pets Unlimited in Truro?! Who knows, this road trip hasn’t been easy and I’ve lost track of the cities… anyways the petshop didnt’ have rats (what a shame!!!!) Andrew, the assistant manager, who is now a huge part of my life said no rats, but have one feeder mouse, “wanna hold that?” I will mention that I consciously went and ate dinner before facing this fear because I knew there was a chance I might throw up and no one wants to throw up on an empty stomach!! Stomach bile isn’t cool and that hurts. SO! Turns out this single feeder mouse wasn’t very friendly so he tells me about this “dagu”. Yes, I also said, “what the hell’s a dagu?” (Apparently I’m not very friendly when I’m about to face me some fears!!!!) He tells me this things hail from Africa?! Who knows and when I’m not paying for this internet business, mark my words, I will research it!
My side effects from facing this fear of vile rodents: flushed face, increased heart rate and the shakes. So, is this healthy?! Input welcome! At this rate, I believe I could stop working out for the next 99 days if this is how hard I will be making my heart work or if I can find a way to bottle this high I got, I’d be rich… just saying.
I guess I should say, yes, I held that thing. I’m not about to go out and buy one, that’s for damn sure but I held the filthy thing. For a split second, and for no more I actually thought he was sort of cute. Sort of. Anywayyyyyyyys, check mark for holding a dagu. Rats are still on the list. Good thing the shop didn’t have any because I probably would’ve pussed out and had to come here and write, “Day one – complete and utter failure.”
Now go face a fear; do something that scares you!
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