Week of relaxing and chilling out, taking a break from both school and work, eating some dead cow and crab, watching some bowl games and cleaning up the apartment.
Latest adventure is that a bunch of mice have decided to move into the apartment, been noticing the little presents they leave behind in little corners and hard to see places. Surprised how much the little shits shit. At first I wasn’t that bothered by it being that I figured these weren’t as bad as cane rats like back at home, and there was only when there was one running around. Apparently it was much worse upstairs, so they called in a professional who set up some sticky traps around my place.
Caught a tiny one behind the TV stand with a sticky trap a couple of weeks ago, and it was pretty quiet for a while……..
Then a few days ago I realized that apparently 2 more had set up camp in the shelf space that I’ve been using as a pantry, and were eating the korean saimin and squeeking at each other all night. Staying up late a few nights ago I saw one of them running around in the shelf, so I got out the broom and started pulling cans out when the little fucker made a run for the closet. Amazingly he ran right into tiny plastic bag that happened to be lying on the floor, somehow I was able to trap him with the broom and lock him up in a plastic food container.
The remaining one was much bolder than the other two, he was much more visible than the other two, running out in the open and sticking his nose out around the corners, almost like he’s messing with me. Last night I saw him run into the kitchen so I set up a barricade of sticky traps, clamp traps and those traditional mousetraps baited with cheese. Somehow he was able to get by and it and sure enough was running around in the open again. He apparently set up camp underneath the bed in an old duffle bag, so early this morning when I was pretty sure I heard him there I threw the whole thing out. Not sure if I got him, but so far I haven’t seen him since.
Of course this adventure continues, 1 became 2 and 3 and more now, many of whom I suspect are coming in from upstairs since they discovered and sealed up their mouse-holes with steel wool and wood. I duct taped down a wooden plank to block the gap at the bottom of the door that leads upstairs, but I suspect that they are coming in through the walls, for lack of a better way to get in. I wonder if it is in the mouse’s instinct to migrate downstairs.
Of course trying to make a positive spin on my situation, this has given me the incentive needed to clean up the place and get rid of a lot of crap. I still want to trap the little fuckers though.