My roommate and I have had an awesome run so far. We have quite a bit in common considering we had not met until the day we signed the lease together. Actually she is amazing, and I'm lucky to have her as a roomie.
Between the two of us, we run a tight ship and have a neat house for a couple twenty-something college students. Our lives are run by our majors and heavy work loads. Some how, we find time to say hi and offer making extras for dinner to share. I prep the coffee most days, but shes always the one who locks up. We have a nice balance in it all.
Until about 2 weeks ago. I was playing Halo Reach and low and behold, a mouse crawling under neath the bakers rack into an over looked hole which I had previously thought was a poorly crafted cable wire entrance. I hate being wrong, because when I am it usually is pretty bad.
I bought a box of mouse poison shaped as a cheese wedge. A day later, gone. Every last pebble. With high hopes, I warned the housemates (its a duplex) to be weary of any odors reeking of death. So we waited.
On a weekend adventure with Nick to Carmel's Arts Festival in celebration of our one-year anniversary, I get an unexpected call from my roommate. I called her back as soon as I could. "OMG! The rat is prego!" I tried not to laugh as I imagined her standing on her bed, throwing shoes at it. "I'm in the store buying traps, so heads up when you come home! OK?"
Upon my arrival, I found 4 traps along common walkways throughout the house, baited with broken off Singles pieces. I grinned, sighed, collected them, re-baited them with peanut butter, and cautiously placed them in more discreet locations with Nick's help.
I have yet to hear one snap, our prego housepet rat's offspring, or any other sign of damage. Hopefully it will be caught, Nick will rescue us ladies, and peace will grace us once again. Until then, I reside in a house of mice and (wo)Men.
Between the two of us, we run a tight ship and have a neat house for a couple twenty-something college students. Our lives are run by our majors and heavy work loads. Some how, we find time to say hi and offer making extras for dinner to share. I prep the coffee most days, but shes always the one who locks up. We have a nice balance in it all.
Until about 2 weeks ago. I was playing Halo Reach and low and behold, a mouse crawling under neath the bakers rack into an over looked hole which I had previously thought was a poorly crafted cable wire entrance. I hate being wrong, because when I am it usually is pretty bad.
I bought a box of mouse poison shaped as a cheese wedge. A day later, gone. Every last pebble. With high hopes, I warned the housemates (its a duplex) to be weary of any odors reeking of death. So we waited.
On a weekend adventure with Nick to Carmel's Arts Festival in celebration of our one-year anniversary, I get an unexpected call from my roommate. I called her back as soon as I could. "OMG! The rat is prego!" I tried not to laugh as I imagined her standing on her bed, throwing shoes at it. "I'm in the store buying traps, so heads up when you come home! OK?"
Upon my arrival, I found 4 traps along common walkways throughout the house, baited with broken off Singles pieces. I grinned, sighed, collected them, re-baited them with peanut butter, and cautiously placed them in more discreet locations with Nick's help.
I have yet to hear one snap, our prego housepet rat's offspring, or any other sign of damage. Hopefully it will be caught, Nick will rescue us ladies, and peace will grace us once again. Until then, I reside in a house of mice and (wo)Men.
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