03.29.10 :: 9:45 am
Yes. Due to all this infernal fucking demolition going on around our apartment, we've involuntarily taken in a fucking cavalcade of mice.
I've only seen one, but the droppings are all over the kitchen so Ry and I did what any sane people in such a situation would do: we cleaned the everloving SHIT out of the place.
I really wish Stoosh were still around because she would've taken care of this problem immediately.
What's getting me though is that they're not taking the bait on the traps.
I cannot live one second longer knowing those little shits are scurrying around OUR STUFF.
How I yearn for the satisfying SNAP of a metal clamping down on a nasty rodent head.
Off to mop the floors, yet AGAIN.