Mouse in my house!
Jen, if you're reading this, I'm sorry you had to find out this way... But we have a mouse. I've never been the kind of girl to freak out about household pests. I'm not a big fan of cockroaches, but spiders, ants, etc don't really bug me too much. But it just startled me so much to see that furry little critter scurrying around the hardwood floor of my living room last night. I almost didn't believe my eyes, so I had to have a closer look. Sure enough, the little punk was hiding itself underneath the orange couch, trying to look inconspicuous. Looking back, the poor thing was probably just as freaked out as I was, but in the moment all I could think about was the fact that I wasn't wearing any shoes and I didn't want the fucker coming anywhere near my bare feet!
The Super told me that the exterminator won't come for another week. I can't bear to kill the poor little thing myself, but David, my roommate is all for slaughtering it. I'd rather the exterminator just come and take care of it while I'm at work so that I can claim innocence the whole sordid affair.
Poor little mousey... But it better not come anywhere near my bedroom or I'll bust a cap in its little furry ass.
