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clevermanka) wrote2020-12-26 11:32 am
Turns out I had roommates after all
Many thanks to
write_out who listened to my entirely-too-long-and-detailed voice narration of this saga.
Last Saturday I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and I thought oh god, here we go because Landlord Melinda mentioned the fridge was old and to keep an eye on it. But when I went to the kitchen, it was definitely not the refrigerator. I stood next to it and listened and realized ohhh, no those are small, unwanted mammal sounds, coming from the (empty) cabinet above the microwave. I q-u-i-e-t-l-y pulled out the stepstool, got up on it, s-l-o-w-l-y opened the cabinet door, and this (fuckin’ adorable, tiny) gray mouse looked up from where it was vigorously chewing the edge of the hole where the microwave power cord goes into the wall. I mean, it stared at me as if *I* was the one intruding. For a good count of five we just looked at each other and then I was like okay, welp, and I closed the cabinet door so it could continue gnawing the particle board in peace.
I texted Landlord Melinda and was like UH BAD NEWS GOT MICE? To myhorror surprise she was all “oh yeah, mice, we get them here sometimes” and I was like no? “we” don’t??? But she's got a contract with one of the local pest control companies (the one I used to use, actually) and said she’d ask them to come out. She said she’d look for some traps they left last time (last?? time??) and bring them over the next day.
Before I went to bed, I pushed a metal scrubbing pad down into the hole.
Got the trap from her the next day (singular trap, one, because there is never more than one mouse) loaded it up with almond butter, set it, and hoped for the best. Less than two hours later I heard scurrying but no snap. So I repeated the previous performance with the step stool and this
happened.

Also this.


And then this.

Little fuckers were practically vogueing for the camera I swear to god. Look at that last one! Almost standing on the (emptied!) trap! Jesus Christ. The only reason the photos are blurry is I was laughing too hard to keep the phone steady.
Texted Landlord Melinda again like OKAY NEED BETTER TRAPS and she said the pest guy had been in touch and would be out the next afternoon (Monday). GREAT.
Two o’clock Monday rolls around and Pest Guy shows up right on time. It was deeply weird to have a stranger! in! my! house! but he was pretty cool. He actually trained the guy who used to be my regular contact back when I had a contract with the same company. So that was fun and could’ve been so much more awful. I’m convinced though that most pest control people think I’m off my rocker because I think mice are just REALLY CUTE OKAY and I tend to anthropomorphize them. A lot. But they are unwanted tenants and did not leave when politely asked and a girl’s gotta maintain her boundaries. He left me with five loaded traps—three in the cabinet, one by the fridge, and one just inside the garage door (where he suspects they got in).
Within a few hours one of the traps snapped shut so I texted him (as instructed, so he could come get it because that’s a service they provide you can see why I paid for this back when I could afford it—they’re great). Another one got caught early Tuesday, so he had two to dispose of. We kinda hoped that’d be it (two parents and maybe some pinkies in a nest?) but nope, heard another snap Wednesday morning. I told Pest Guy we’d got another but I just put it outside and he could come get it after the holiday (it’s cold enough it won’t start to rot and smell that way).
No more catches since then, so fingers crossed that's the end of them. After a week of no catches we can consider the area devoid of life and plug up the holes.
Last Saturday I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and I thought oh god, here we go because Landlord Melinda mentioned the fridge was old and to keep an eye on it. But when I went to the kitchen, it was definitely not the refrigerator. I stood next to it and listened and realized ohhh, no those are small, unwanted mammal sounds, coming from the (empty) cabinet above the microwave. I q-u-i-e-t-l-y pulled out the stepstool, got up on it, s-l-o-w-l-y opened the cabinet door, and this (fuckin’ adorable, tiny) gray mouse looked up from where it was vigorously chewing the edge of the hole where the microwave power cord goes into the wall. I mean, it stared at me as if *I* was the one intruding. For a good count of five we just looked at each other and then I was like okay, welp, and I closed the cabinet door so it could continue gnawing the particle board in peace.
I texted Landlord Melinda and was like UH BAD NEWS GOT MICE? To my
Before I went to bed, I pushed a metal scrubbing pad down into the hole.
Got the trap from her the next day (singular trap, one, because there is never more than one mouse) loaded it up with almond butter, set it, and hoped for the best. Less than two hours later I heard scurrying but no snap. So I repeated the previous performance with the step stool and this
happened.

Also this.


And then this.

Little fuckers were practically vogueing for the camera I swear to god. Look at that last one! Almost standing on the (emptied!) trap! Jesus Christ. The only reason the photos are blurry is I was laughing too hard to keep the phone steady.
Texted Landlord Melinda again like OKAY NEED BETTER TRAPS and she said the pest guy had been in touch and would be out the next afternoon (Monday). GREAT.
Two o’clock Monday rolls around and Pest Guy shows up right on time. It was deeply weird to have a stranger! in! my! house! but he was pretty cool. He actually trained the guy who used to be my regular contact back when I had a contract with the same company. So that was fun and could’ve been so much more awful. I’m convinced though that most pest control people think I’m off my rocker because I think mice are just REALLY CUTE OKAY and I tend to anthropomorphize them. A lot. But they are unwanted tenants and did not leave when politely asked and a girl’s gotta maintain her boundaries. He left me with five loaded traps—three in the cabinet, one by the fridge, and one just inside the garage door (where he suspects they got in).
Within a few hours one of the traps snapped shut so I texted him (as instructed, so he could come get it because that’s a service they provide you can see why I paid for this back when I could afford it—they’re great). Another one got caught early Tuesday, so he had two to dispose of. We kinda hoped that’d be it (two parents and maybe some pinkies in a nest?) but nope, heard another snap Wednesday morning. I told Pest Guy we’d got another but I just put it outside and he could come get it after the holiday (it’s cold enough it won’t start to rot and smell that way).
No more catches since then, so fingers crossed that's the end of them. After a week of no catches we can consider the area devoid of life and plug up the holes.

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So, come mid-autumn, I had to make sure all my food was in containers they could not chew through. I stored items in mason jars or these: https://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/store/product/oxo-good-grips-reg-8-piece-baking-essentials-pop-container-set/1063001440
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The pest in my current apartment is ants, which management is very lackadaisical about. Just last week, I had to invest in a bunch of plastic and glass containers to store food in because they'd gotten into a kitchen shelf and discovered my open cereal box.
It's like--THIS IS MY HAVEN, MY SAFE SPACE. KEEP THE FUCK OUT.
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Um, yes. Unwanted. I get you on the not wanting cat things, but it's either that or adorable pest control guys. WHATEVER.
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If I had more energy I would have gone for live traps. Poor little beasts. I apologized to them before and after.
Ugh, ants. Hope you can get them cleared out and keep them away soon.
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And I don't have to feed the pest control guy or take him to the vet. The on-call yearly subscription service is cheaper by far, even if I had to pay for it myself.
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(It's invasion day around here, clearly; my husband just sent me a photo of a ferret--or do I mean weasel?--that had crept into his office, all long and thin and furry. What gives.)
Also I got your card! Lovely "Rainy Day" painting, lovely handwriting, many thanks.
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How are little rodents so charismatic???
Ferrets (at least the ones here) are much larger than some weasels (or stoats, even smaller). A friend's pet ferrets are probably around 18 inches long? I would freak out if a feral one made its way into my space, and I like them!
Thank you for letting me know the card arrived. โฅ
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Manymanymany years ago when we lived with
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Also I would honestly rather die than live in a communal-food household. Hats off to you people, I don't know how you give up that amount of control. ๐
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No new catches today *knock*knock*
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LOLOL, okay, so it wasn't too bad, then. :D
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