This is one of the most traumatizing experiences I have ever had.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I Love.... Love.
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| My to die for v-day kiss |
Although I no longer live with any of these original roommates, I kept the tradition alive. I ditched school and instead of visiting the bakeries, I worked the bakery. Did you know Valentine's is the busiest day of the year for bakeries? I saw millions of boys come in and get cookies for their girls, I congratulated each and every one of them for being smart enough to buy cookies versus flowers and assured them their girls will love them forever. The day was then topped off by throwing a Valentine's Day party with my roommates. The best part of the party was the youtube play list that projected onto our wall. We found every cheesy love song from the 90's. I'm talking about Janet Jackson, S club 7, KC & Jo Jo, Boyz II Men and just every treassure you can remember. I loved it.
Just when I thought things couldn't get better than the youtube playlist, I get this text: "Natalie, I will always be your Valentine, love Dad". Okay, so maybe it would be cooler if there was another name there instead of Dad, but that man's always been the best Valentine I could ask for. Love you dad.
Hope you all loved love today.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Pray for my house, for we have a MOUSE!
This is one of the most traumatizing experiences I have ever had.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I Love.... Love.
|
| My to die for v-day kiss |
Although I no longer live with any of these original roommates, I kept the tradition alive. I ditched school and instead of visiting the bakeries, I worked the bakery. Did you know Valentine's is the busiest day of the year for bakeries? I saw millions of boys come in and get cookies for their girls, I congratulated each and every one of them for being smart enough to buy cookies versus flowers and assured them their girls will love them forever. The day was then topped off by throwing a Valentine's Day party with my roommates. The best part of the party was the youtube play list that projected onto our wall. We found every cheesy love song from the 90's. I'm talking about Janet Jackson, S club 7, KC & Jo Jo, Boyz II Men and just every treassure you can remember. I loved it.
Just when I thought things couldn't get better than the youtube playlist, I get this text: "Natalie, I will always be your Valentine, love Dad". Okay, so maybe it would be cooler if there was another name there instead of Dad, but that man's always been the best Valentine I could ask for. Love you dad.
Hope you all loved love today.
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