meeses

i'm sad to report that i woke up this morning to more mouse activity in my kitchen. i didn't actually see the mouse--that hasn't happened since the morning i turned on the kitchen light to find a mouse attempting a standoff, staring me down. when i returned from oklahoma at christmas, i found a bunch of new mouse poison stations. now, it kinda scares me to think about mice tracking poison all over my kitchen (hmm, maybe that's why i've been vomiting blood.), but better poison than mice. things were better for a couple weeks, but lately i've been waking up every day to find mice droppings in the kitchen. i've been collecting them and plan to use them in place of toasted sesame seeds next time i make sushi.

ew, i just kind of grossed myself out with that one.

anyway, i woke up this morning to a brand-new kind of mouse experience: the sticky trap that i'd strategically placed by the microwave was now in my living room. worse than that, there were two clumps of what was obviously mouse hair--one clump on the kitchen floor, one clump on my gym bag--strewn about. what, i guess, happened is that a mouse was making its usual romp from wall-behind-microwave to stovetop, leaving its trail of sesame shit, when it got a part of it stuck on the trap. it then panicked and ran, dragging the sticky trap, across the kitchen floor, where it somehow was able to dislodge itself from the sticky trap using my gymbag as leverage.

seven weeks. i can make it seven more weeks in this apartment. then i move to new york and have to deal with roaches the size of grapefruits.