Warning: Mice. There are mice. This is a rant about mice.
So, I grew up in the boonies and every other winter or so, we'd get mice and we'd hire an exterminator. So I'm used to occasionally finding a mouse in a drawer or something, and then they're gone for a year. When I moved to gross Boston apartments with slum lords, I got REALLY used to mice, but they made me so so so miserable. My partner and I moved to this apartment over a year ago, and while we definitely have a typical Boston landlord, he actually follows most of the rules. No pest problems at all--yay.
Until September 1st this year when suddenly there was a mouse in the kitchen. My partner has OCD and the mouse really upset him; he seriously wore sneakers all around the apartment until traps got set up.
Maintenance was really obnoxious about setting up traps. They contacted our landlord and said that the reason we had mice was because we have a bird, and the bird's food was everywhere. The thing is, birds do not attract mice if there are no mice in the building. If there are mice in the apartment, they often go for bird seed. But it's not like there are no mice and then they crawl into the building because BIRD.
So of course we contacted our landlord and maintenance and explained that no, birdo isn't attracting mice from nowhere. But they only set up traps (sticky traps! UGH) below our bird's cage and near some of his food. No traps in the kitchen. Where the mouse was. This was a month ago, and we didn't see any more mice, although the traps didn't catch any.
Friday night, I got home to a very upset fiance because there had been another mouse in the kitchen. We decided to clean the whole apartment on Sunday to make sure there was nothing for the mouse to want.
Tonight, I walked to the kitchen to rinse a bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Before I could even turn the light on, I saw a mouse run INTO THE STOVE. INTO THE STOVE, LADIES. I screamed, of course, turned the light on, and then took the burners out. No mouse--but plenty of mouse poop. GREAT. I told my partner, and then went to rinse out the bowl.
THE MOUSE RAN OVER MY TOES.
The landlord has been emailed. But a mouse ran over my toes. I am not happy.
(Disclaimer: I used to work with mice in the lab and hate killing them. I also hate hate hate sticky traps because they are inhumane and also our bird can get stuck in them. Also, MICE I HATE MICE.)
now with ~* INCREASED SASSINESS *~
