Monday, May 19, 2008

It is official

There IS a fucking mouse in my apartment. I saw it with my own two eyes. The sneaky little bastard has bypassed both the traps we laced with peanut butter and is now taunting us from the kitchen/ only fucking way out the G.D. Apartment.

They apparently grow rodents brave here in New York because the fucker has run around the kitchen like it's at a fucking playground. I personally think it got into someone's medicine stash because I swear when I looked at him, his pupils were saucers. The bastard stared at me! WTF?!

Ok. I'm calm. When I freak out the curse words just start flying (who am I kidding? I should have joined the Navy). I am prone to inappropriate spurts of laughter, too, when I'm scared. So needless to say, I've been quite the jovial sailor.

And I hope this Nyquil kicks in because to top this off, I have a full blown cold.
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Eastcoastdweller said...

Sorry about the cold, Nicotine Queen. I'm just getting over a sinus infection -- no fun at all.

You might have to resort to glue traps if the mouse refuses to go inside the round one. It's an absolute last choice -- rather cruel and no hiding of the corpus mouse-s -- but if the alternative is to endure rodent infestation, you gotta do what you gotta do.

I'm all for animal kindness, but live traps for house mice are just silly. These creatures have evolved to live inside homes and wherever you dump them out, they'll just find their way to the nearest human domicile and continue their pestiferous ways.

CarmenSinCity said...

Oh my god - that totally freakin sucks!!

TTQ said...

I'm with the glue traps on the rats, Peta can come camp out at my house and catch it "unharmed", but they better comp me a magazine ad and a suite at the Ritz, other wise it's so long you mangy rat! Good bye!