ummm disgusting...

AmandaSC1988

So... I have had several mice in my apartment. It mainly was wheb the weather changed so I never thought too much of it. So leaving my clean apartment and leaving it for a month I didn't think Id have a problem.


I got home last week and did not not notice any smell or anything. So I did not think to check the traps...

Oh but when I was cleaning and packing my apartment... but I noticed that there is something in the trap.... I did not open the trap to see what it was...but I could tell there is a mouse in there. I'm not really disgusted by the mouseg in there .... more disgusted that it was there for over a week without me noticing it. I mean is has probably beene in there for a while but still.

1 more week 1 more week ....just one more week in this God awful apartment.


Sorry for the really hard to ready message...im on my phone and i suck at typing .

iluvmytxrgr

ewwwww!  

AmandaSC1988

You can say that again. I'm sorta afriad that I may find just a dead body somewhere when I am cleaning. At that point I will scream like a little girl and then probably curse at the situation. Using lots of four letter words...

tyleet87

Oh how sad. Even though they are gross I just can't bring myself to kill anything other than bugs.

Where were you gone for a month?

Zimsgirl

Oh my gosh! Get a cat haha. They'll take care of the mice

AmandaSC1988

Ty It was hard for me to kill the first one... but...when they are in your house you just want them out. I lived with H for the month he was stateside between work ups and deployment. Needless to say coming back to OK was not something I wanted... Zim I normally have a dog...he scares them off...at least i like tp think he does...but he doesn't live here at this apt....I am getting him back when I move next week. Then my family will almost be complet again.

tyleet87

Oh I see. I bet it is hard living on your own. I certainly couldn't do it! One time my tiny dog brought a dead bird up to my room. She has never before or after that done anything like that. I screamed and called my uncle until he could come over and remove it. She had also dropped it in the doorway of my room so I was stuck on my bed, holding my dog, and trying not to look at the dead bird.