a) last night i went to a goodpie party (pie-themed goodbye party). i was too much of a chump (read: busy seeing my lover off, disorganized) to take a pie myself, but there were six pies there (three of which i got to try, one of which was a repeat, and one that was all gone). it was awesome to eat pie. was awesome to hang with a bunch of cool cats who weren't assholes- most of whom i don't know that well. in any case, it got me to thinking how i hadn't eaten a decent meal in a good many days. consequently, i feel like shit-ass today. everyone's got their weakness-- whether it's an impairment either physical or mental or emotional, or something awful to overcome. mine's (among other things, i suppose), rotten bowels. most of you know this about me. every crumb i put into my mouth (or splash if in liquid form) affects me in an immediate (and normally hideous) way. sometimes even carrots make me sick. and apples. and tomatoes. anyway, my body's seriously protestin' thangs today (by not working, feeling swole, cementile, hurting and allowing me an energy level of 2/10), and i had no choice but to come home after a day of little to eat, chlorinated water to drink and a house full of dirty dishes, mouse shit and fruit flies to my own house full of dirty dishes, mouse shit and fruit flies with no choice but to suck it up and do the necessary: wash a fuckoload of dishes and make a hot meal. i chose a fave staple: brown rice cooked for an hour and steamed kale with the usual trimmings. maybe i'll have some tofu later, but for now, it's hot complex carbs i need. chewing is fucking awesome. fuck, this is good.
b) i also bought a mouse scream-alarm which is a little 30$ machine that half-heartedly promises to scare mice away with high-pitched squealing that only small rodents can hear. it's supposed to take between 2-8 weeks. whatever. it's better than a) being carried away in my sleep by thousands of mice to some hugeass northend or waterfront lair/nest or b) killing them, because i just can't bring myself to do it. anyway, we'll see. i haven't seen a mouse yet tonight (ok, so it's only 6:36pm, but those pricks have certainly shown themselves during the day. i think they're evolving to be diurnal).
c) at the party last night, i found out someone i met that night (who seems lovely) is going to live in my old house on yukon. i was relieved to find that it's not being lived in by a stranger, jealous that it's not me (i fucking love that awesome, mouseless place) and weirded out by my having to hold back a million questions for her about how she likes the house (yet she hasn't even moved in). see, for me, i've not lived in many houses. that house was my home (and really was) for three years. i miss it and wish i were there and strongly dislike this house but have to live with it. but i love this neighbourhood because the neighbours say hi and it's generally fucking rockin'. anyway, sorry to pester you about your new house. i won't stalk you or your house as someone suggested last night. i'm glad my home went to a good home.
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the trick is to stop thinking of them as animals...mice, are not animals...they're pesky, nasty, dirty, rank, shittin' rodents!!
they must be exterminated.
good luck with that!
being a northender, i've dealt with the vermin numerous times, and i've become quite experienced on the matter. first thing, is to hunt down the little fuckers hole (probally more than one) and seal it up using a sos pad or tinfoil. not sure how your scream machine might do(2-8weeks?) I've found the snaptraps work best, followed by poison then glue. you can get live traps too, but thats no fun!
Happy Huntin'
dudes, thanks for the tips. i'm too kind to these mice, surely. i'm being taken advantage of because they know i won't kill them. my idea of being mean to them is sweeping the floor so they won't have fresh scraps, or cleaning my room so they have nothing to rustle around in/make nests from. the mouse screamer kind of works and would probably work swimmingly if i could afford ten.
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