We have mice. Again.
As we were sitting in the living room a mouse ran across the living room floor and scared the crap out of both of us. Now we’re both irritated and startled, and having to pick up all of our stuff off the floor and trying to figure out whether it came in from outside or was living in the bed this whole time.
And now we have to buy traps again.
I hate having to take care of the dead mice in the traps. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
We’re moving as soon as we have the money.
And we’re getting rid of that damn bed.
Followup: We’re also giving serious though to getting a cat, and to hell with what the landlord says.
I'm a 30-year-old 
urn Says:
Thursday, March 11, 2004 at 10:29 am.
My two best bits of advice:
1) Get a cat. Or borrow one. A mean, hungry one.
2) Try the traps that don’t kill the mice. I’m not all touchy-feely about mice. They’re cute and all, but really, they’re food for larger carnivores, and if they’re eating my food, I don’t like the competition. But, if you don’t like dealing with dead mice in traps, the traps that don’t kill are pretty cool and fairly effective. You just have to trick them into the traps, and nothing says “ha! stupid mouse!” quite like peanut butter.
I was walking Petey by the backyard of a neighbor the other night, and I saw this HUGE blob moving almost ethereally along the bottom of their fence. Only rodents move like that. I swear, that rat looked like a slipper hovering along the ground. And as I walked along, not 5 feet away, I saw the other neighbor’s cat just sitting there. If only he knew… Meals on wheels.
Makes me glad we’ve got Frisky watching the inside, and Petey watching the outside.