That's why I use a track ball with MY computer! Them mice, especially the wireless kind, are getting just a tad too uppity and desirous of freedom.

As for her PTSD, why I guess that having a mouse run up your arm must rank right up there with having your buddy bleed to death in your arms, or spending hours under shellfire, or being trapped in a mine collapse, or watching your family burn to death because they couldn't get out of the house, or any other minor things like those.

As for her social life, well, if she eats at Frisch's I don't think she could have had much of one anyway. Last time I ate there I got dire rear, and it certainly ruined my social life, leastways until it was over.

Jaysus, them Ohioans!