A 6-month old baby I know was recently bitten by a mouse.
This occurred in the middle of the night, during a torrential downpour, and when the electricity went kaput.
Sudden high pitched crying from the baby alerted its parents, who then found their own shirts to be soaked in some blood, as they quickly picked up the baby.
They didn’t know at the time that it was a mouse that bit her.
The baby cried for 10 minutes, as the shock and the pain of the bite waned off.
A couple of hours and a visit to the emergency room later, the baby was fine, laughing and playing like nothing had happened. No fear of the mouse returning. No irritation of her beautiful little finger now having a mouse’s teeth marks. No frustration for having a tiny bandage in an already tiny finger. No anger towards her family members for not having prevented the mousebite in the first place. No permanent scarring and fear of mice. All the bad forgotten, just like that.
How I wish I could put all the loathsome experiences in my days behind me with such panache!