this is ridiculous

mice have taken over our flat.

i have to admit (and i'm sorry if you're an extreme animal lover), we caught Chloe the mouse over Christmas. those home base traps and a little bit of organic peanut butter really do the trick. she was a nice size mouse, so it didn't make me too sad to see her go.

we had been living in our flat for over 5 months without a problem. now, they are everywhere.

pest control has been to our flat twice. they have foamed, they have placed baits everywhere. but the little damn creatures keep coming out. and they have no fear or shame.

we've since killed 3 more. one in our bedroom, two in the foyer. the trap has become part of my decor.

as we speak -- another one keeps popping it's little head in and out of the kitchen.

i'm beyond the point of squeeling. dont' get me wrong, it disgusts me to my core.

the flat is spotless. nothing is left on the counters or floor. the pest control man just says our building (make that block) is infested and they are "working on the problem."

until then, we get to wake up every morning to a dead mouse in a trap. loads of fun.

[side note: we do have humane traps and sticky boards set out as well, but the mice are smarter than that]

before walking into a room, i'm now clapping my hands and shouting a bit.

and, my feet don't touch the floor when i'm sitting in a chair.

as i type this post, i'm sitting in an odd sort of fetal position. ugh.