A Departure From Our Heritage

I was reading an article in some dumbed-down-for-the-public science magazine that claimed a scientist had developed a drug to help people overcome their fears, like "fear of flying or fear of mice." I began contemplating these two fears. A fear of flying is somewhat understandable. We are descendants of apes, decidedly earth-bound creatures with the only exception being the green winged varietals found in classical cinema. Something deep in one of our many brain cotexes (do we have more than one cortex?) tells our body that getting on a plane could be bad news for the old survival instinct. So some people wig out. Understandable. But why are people afraid of fucking mice? They pose almost no threat to humans unless they shit in your food. But I have seen men scamper from the room at the sight of a mouse. I blame the Victorian era. If pomposity, frilly shirts, and man makeup had never entered our culture, then we would not be afraid of mice. Please excuse me if you are a Renaissance Faire aficionado, but your goddamn costumes are setting back the predatory instincts of humans. Please find a new hobby, like World of Warcraft or Halo 3.