Another Couple Years Taken Off My Life...

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Suspiciously sounding like little mouse feet. I bolted out of bed -- if there was a mouse in my room, I wanted to be no where near it. Deal with it later. I sat in the living room, trying to regain my composure when I heard the same noise in the kitchen. I looked out the window and it was teeny, tiny hail pellets hitting the northwest side of the house.

The Demise of Stuart Little (aka One Crappy Day)

I returned from my vacation from workie to discover after no sightings for 4 months, my arch-nemesis the mouse has returned. Much to my chagrin, he brought a friend along. The repellers no longer worked so it was time to invest in some live traps.

My day started off finding a mouse that drown in my kitchen sink. Good times. Stupid mouse don't you realize you would be alive if you would have just gone in my live trap!!!! I convinced myself that I could get rid of it but I was sadly mistaken. I was convinced I never using my kitchen again.

While all of this was going on I was suffering from a fever and a great deal of pain form a wisdom tooth. My appointment was this morning to get it removed. As I was being prepped for the extraction, the assistant noticed I was fidgety. She asked me if I was nervous about the tooth being pulled. I responded "No, I'm just trying to figure out how to get a dead mouse out of my kitchen sink." It is sad when tooth extraction is a bright spot in your day.

I went over to my cousin's for a bit after my tooth was pulled. She suggested that a repairman that was going to be coming to my place tonight. He was more than happy to. I feel so much more relaxed now that is out of the sink. One down, one to go....

The Fall of Hippolyta

I arrived home Saturday evening. I was getting a glass of water before bed and I noticed dirt on the kitchen floor. Hippolyta, my cactus, was on the floor, her terra cotta pot shattered in pieces. I didn't dare move her until I had another pot to put her into.
The next day I went out and got her a pot she could grow into. As I was cleaning up the kitchen, I could tell a mouse knocked over the cactus. I had unplugged my mouse repeller before I went away and forgot to plug it in again. Now I can barely move the new pot so I doubt a mouse could. I had planned to repot her in the spring since she had grown almost too big for her pot (about 2 feet tall above the pot). Normally a mouse would not be able to knock over a plant that big if it wasn't already so top heavy.
Interesting note: the terra cotta pot left "shrapnel" in the floor boards. The ledge the pot was sitting on was over 5 feet high and obviously hit the ground pretty hard.

Murisophobia

I may never be able to enter my apartment again. I think I'll start sleeping in my car.

Last night, I was reading a book and waiting for another excellent episode Project Catwalk when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something move. I went to check it out, hoping I was wrong since it looked bigger than a spider. I peeked behind my armchair and there was a mouse! I shrieked and the pesky rodent ran under the door to the laundry room. (I'm glad it didn't run around my apartment.) I shrieked. I never felt less like a strong independent woman when my first thoughts were cursing the fact I had no man to kill it.

After consultation with my brother-in-law, I put tape along the threshold to the laundry room and doused it with paprika. I then shoved rags and old towels under the door so it would not be able to enter. My apartment smelled extra spicy this morning.

I had a blanket in the wash but there was no way I was going to retrieve it. I think I am going to wait until my landlord comes home from vacation in 2 weeks. He can get it for me.

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