company of new roommate(s)
I think I have a new room-mate I was not aware of until lately...
There's a freaking mouse in my apartment.
!@#$%^&*(!!
I demand for the little fucker to move the hell out. NOW! It's not even paying rent, dammit! Aaaccckkkk. From all those nights of being unable to fall asleep, I've walked back and forth, round and around my apartment from the bedroom to the bathroom to the bedroom to the kitchen... I think the little shit goes on these rounds like I do too. I've spotted it a few times now.
What do I do?? Cos I can't imagine setting up a mouse trap. Who the hell's going to clear its trapped body, frozen in mid-struggle, when it gets caught? Who, who?? You see, I've done that before for a friend. I'd scrapped a little grey mouse with its melted half-cooked tail from her stove. I needed intervention for my anxiety after that. Not fun.
I don't think I'll wanna do anything like that again.
Yeah. Well, I was brave. I mean, you never know what you can(not) handle until you've given things a shot right? I held my breath and winced at the images of myself in my mind vomitting half-digested grey mice, swallowing it back down only to throw it all up again. *gag*
Not to mention that I've also been finding more spiders and house centipedes in my bathtub on too many occasions since the weather got warmer.
Fff...
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