They’re baaaack.
Nothing says "fall’s on its way" (not to mention "twitchy nervous
wreck," "constant state of paranoia," and "no more sound sleep for you") like the return of the dreaded house mice to one’s apartment.
They’re back, just as the nights start to get bearably cool again. My landlady’s having the pest-control guy investigate where they might be getting in. Meanwhile, I’ve been looking nervously over my shoulder a lot, and wondering if the situation warrants ordering some powdered bobcat urine, which at least one person on Metafilter swears by. (If I can just persuade them that my apartment is a scary predator habitat into which a mouse would have to be crazy to venture, everyone wins.)
Sorry to be so banal, but rodent-induced paranoia makes it a bit hard to concentrate. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled blog once the Terminex guy has been consulted.
I am so sorry, Amanda! In my mind, there is nothing worse. In your place I would try anything. I hope you get some good suggestions. The bobcat urine powder sounds gross (what does it smell like?) but perhaps it’s worth a shot?
Ick! If I could, I’d loan you Turandot for a little while — she’d straighten those mice out. Good luck.
I may yet ask my landlady if I can borrow one of her cats. I don’t know what the bobcat-based repellent smells like, but it may be preferable to having unwanted little visitors.
We’ll see, though. It doesn’t seem to be quite as big an invasion as last year’s was. So far, anyway…