I do like animals, but I really don’t want any, and I sure don’t want any in my house. Yeah, I’m talking about the rodent variety. I freaking hate mice! We had exterminators in this past March, and they were very helpful in suggesting points of entry and the bait they left seemed very effective. We’ve had our food in totes, solid containers and jars for ages, or up high as well as contained, but the thought of those little buggers climbing around and excreting indiscriminately skeeves me way out. I just want to puke! This morning I heard some noises in the kitchen that didn’t sound like our usual noisy fridge noises. The sounds were scratchy-type sounds. So I got up, looked around, and decided to move the fridge. As I’m pulling it out, I noticed a little brown mass come out the front at the bottom. Needless to say, I did scream. A little. Then the mouse ran back under the fridge and to the back of the wall. I looked behind the fridge. I could see the little creep! I really wanted to puke then. My skin was crawling all over. Looks like we’re going to be calling the exterminators again. We’re renting a place in a row of condos. They’re all privately owned. Our landlords are good people, but I don’t think they’re excited about getting verminators in again. When the exterminators were here the last time, they told us that as much as we do is great, but if our neighbors are not taking the mouse problem seriously, then it’s very likely we’ll see them again and again. Freaking great! Here we go again… I’m going to scream!
**To be honest, I am guilty of considering borrowing a cat or letting a snake loose. Neither are great options for a few reasons: 1) I’m allergic to cats; 2) the mice have been eating poison bait; 3) snakes creep me out.