This afternoon, I was waiting for ST to get ready for lunch. I settled myself on the couch and began reading my Kindle. I kept hearing these soft thumping noises but just assumed they were from our neighbors. Suddenly, I heard a thump that seemed kind of close to me. I looked around the room and…
WHAT THE FRACK?!
This guy was slowly crawling toward a hidey hole.
Immediately SCREAMED for ST. He stuffed it into a bag and killed it. I laid out more traps in other places and we combed the kitchen and living room for more signs of our squeaky friends. Under the stove, where I’d previously crumbled rat poison, I found two pieces of green-colored poop. Awesome.
This led to an emotional breakdown on my part. Right before we headed out to lunch, I started crying. It’s been exhausting mouse-proofing this apartment. I feel like I’m living in filth. This apartment suits us so well – lots of space, great location, super price – except that its mice-infested. So now we’re faced with the decision of moving to a different place. Just the thought of how much money and energy we’ll need makes me sad.
We have four appointments to look at apartments tomorrow with my dad.