Well, I just got a new roommate, and we’re definitely going through a period of adjustment right now. I think the main problem is that he’s a mouse…seriously…
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not a huge fan of rodents. We do not get along most of the time, and this one, well, he’s a bit big for his britches to be honest with you.
Most of the time I think of mice as behind the scenes pests. You’re not going to see them that often, and you only really know they’re there because of the occasional hole in a cereal box or sock or whatever. However, to quote Nupe, one of my actual human, rent-paying roommates, this little guy is quite “brazen”.
He has no qualms about just running around in a room where we’re sitting with lights on and the tv going. Apparently, this mouse has no fear. That’s one of the ways in which he and I differ.
At night I’ll wake up to his scurrying, and my first thoughts are: How is this mouse going to get in my bed? How am I going to wind up with this vermin crawling on me? Did I leave the iron on when I went to sleep?
Look, I may not like the mouse, but I’m not totally preoccupied. Besides, to be totally honest I think I prefer taking my chances with the mouse to my apartment burning down, so I give some thought to the iron…but I digress…
Bottom line: I’m freaked out by this tiny mouse, while he’s more than happy to run around my room all day and night while nourishing himself by eating food off the trap that’s supposed to catch him.
Needless to say, the trap ain’t working properly.
So, before my apartment becomes a haven for wayward mice everywhere, before they begin shooting installments of Animal Planet in my home, before my roommates realize that the mouse is a better roommate then I am because he takes up less space and isn’t as noisy, before any of that happens, please someone lend me a hand here.
Maybe you could send a cat over or something…