Rodentophobia

I was a janitorial understudy in a big church office building, when one of the old hand secretaries from the fourth floor showed up on the first floor with nervous perspiration and tales of mice in her desk. By the time I got back to her office with her, rodentophobia had filled the rooms of her fellow workers.

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JUST IMAGINE HOW YOU WOULD FEEL IF two days after spending $400 on a brand new snow tent a hungry bush rat literally gnawed its way through your investment late on a stormy night at the base of Mt Jagungal, leaving a hole big enough to shove your fist through. (If you suffer from rodentophobia, stop reading now.)

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The CS was a rat, which initially didn’t produce any “fear” in Little Albert. After a few pairings of sudden noise and rat, however, merely seeing the rat was enough to make Little Albert cry. Voilà—“rodentophobia.”

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[Charles] Dickens’s rodentophobia was instilled at an early age. In The Uncommercial Traveller, which he published at the late age of 48, he recalls the horrific tales his nurse told him 40 years before, as a child in Chatham. Most horrible was that of ‘Chips’, a shipwright who makes a pact with the devil in return for ‘an iron pot and a bushel of tenpenny nails and half a ton of copper and a rat that could speak’.

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