Fret of the day: Hanta Virus, or Mouse Turds That Kill

Do I have it? No. Am I likely to contract it? No. Can I stop thinking that I'm going to get it? No.

Now that Y2K is over, my whacked-out brain is really stretching for material to torture me with. I wonder what it would be like not to have to contend with this sort of thing on a regular basis. It takes a tremendous amount of time and energy to produce the vivid and disturbing scenarios of death that I dream up. Just when I think I've killed myself in every way imaginable, I discover deadly mouse turds. Actually, I was well aquatinted with Hanta virus but had it had dropped from my repertoire several years ago. Thanks to overhearing a snippet of conversation today, it's back. Boy, is it ever back.

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