Of Mice and Men
Yesterday, while taking the rare moment to lounge around my apartment and watch a movie, I saw the unthinkable. A mouse ran from behind the gas heater in my living room to the kitchen. Yes, that's right, a mouse!
Completely freaked out, I called my landlord and he quickly came over and caulked a hole under my sink and put some poison out. Hopefully, I won't ever see it or any of it's cronies ever again.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about the Sex and the City episode in season six where Carrie's apartment is invaded by mice, but I didn't have the option of calling on Mikhail Baryshnikov. I needed to either escape or talk to someone. Since everyone locally was still doing after church lunch, and everyone I wanted to talk to on my buddylist was idle or offline, I opted for escape.
I decided to go to my place of refuge. A place that's always quiet and relaxing. The place where I can think and clear my head. So 20 minutes later, I found myself pulling up in front of the Hamilton Place Barnes & Noble. Figuring that my severe stress justified a Frappachino purchase, I immediately headed over to Starbucks. However, in my confused state, I somehow conveyed that the cashier could keep my change as a tip. It was only a buck, but I didn't know you were supposed to tip Starbucks' cashiers. Why do they need tipping? Starbucks is supposed to be one of the top 50 places to work. Chances are that cashier guy makes a whole lot more money than me with a decent healthcare plan (you only have to work like 20 hours a week to get healthcare). Bottomline: the guy wasn't that cute.
Later, I did buy additional poison to put down. However, the box scares me. First of all, it says that it takes 4-5 days to work. Secondly, it claims that after that 4-5 day period, dead mice will begin to appear. I'm really not too thrilled about the concept of living with a rodent infestation for 4-5 days, however, I really don't want to see dead mice around my apartment.
I realize that dealing with vermin infestations is part of life (wow, vermin could be extended to include most guys). I've dealt with bugs from various dorms and apartments, but never mice. This made me realize that I'm not the strong, independent young woman that I consider myself to be. Instead, whenever I run across a roach, mouse or have a flat tire, I'll probably always call on some guy to come and help me.
Completely freaked out, I called my landlord and he quickly came over and caulked a hole under my sink and put some poison out. Hopefully, I won't ever see it or any of it's cronies ever again.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about the Sex and the City episode in season six where Carrie's apartment is invaded by mice, but I didn't have the option of calling on Mikhail Baryshnikov. I needed to either escape or talk to someone. Since everyone locally was still doing after church lunch, and everyone I wanted to talk to on my buddylist was idle or offline, I opted for escape.
I decided to go to my place of refuge. A place that's always quiet and relaxing. The place where I can think and clear my head. So 20 minutes later, I found myself pulling up in front of the Hamilton Place Barnes & Noble. Figuring that my severe stress justified a Frappachino purchase, I immediately headed over to Starbucks. However, in my confused state, I somehow conveyed that the cashier could keep my change as a tip. It was only a buck, but I didn't know you were supposed to tip Starbucks' cashiers. Why do they need tipping? Starbucks is supposed to be one of the top 50 places to work. Chances are that cashier guy makes a whole lot more money than me with a decent healthcare plan (you only have to work like 20 hours a week to get healthcare). Bottomline: the guy wasn't that cute.
Later, I did buy additional poison to put down. However, the box scares me. First of all, it says that it takes 4-5 days to work. Secondly, it claims that after that 4-5 day period, dead mice will begin to appear. I'm really not too thrilled about the concept of living with a rodent infestation for 4-5 days, however, I really don't want to see dead mice around my apartment.
I realize that dealing with vermin infestations is part of life (wow, vermin could be extended to include most guys). I've dealt with bugs from various dorms and apartments, but never mice. This made me realize that I'm not the strong, independent young woman that I consider myself to be. Instead, whenever I run across a roach, mouse or have a flat tire, I'll probably always call on some guy to come and help me.
