Wordspew 20190102 - the mouse problem
fuck, the mice, the goddamn mice. I keep forgetting about them, forgetting that setting traps is a thing I need to do. And then, when I am comfortably sitting on my bed with my laptop, and a dog lying on my legs, that’s when I see a dark scurrying shape out of the corner of my eye, going from my closet to behind my dresser. And then there’s a short buzzing sound like it’s chewing or scratching something. And then nothing for a while and I forget about the freaking mice because who wants to think about mice in their dresser? And then there it goes again, back to my closet where there’s probably a hole in the floor that leads to the downstairs ceiling where it keeps its nest. Or something.
Shit, I don’t want to set traps. I don’t want to clean traps. I don’t want to deal with it. But I also don’t want the fucking mice chewing on my stuff, shitting on my stuff, peeing on my stuff. Which they are. Also the communal stuff. I’m pretty sure they can get to the kitchen counter, like fuck that is not cool. This is IMPORTANT, we’ve got to deal with this infestation if it’s the last thing we do. Capiche?
So, new thing, make a log of whether or not you’ve checked the traps and reset them, for each day. Post log. Congratulate self for doing it regularly. Kay? Kay.