Monday, May 21

Of Mice and Men

A few nights ago, Reynier and I were watching a movie and he starts clapping like a crazy person trying to scare away a mouse who's coming in under the door. I assume that he got scared and left.

I am hoping he got scared and left because last time a mouse came in under the door and camped out in my closet for days and when I finally thought he was gone, Reynier found him dead in the shower from an apparent roach poison overdose.

So, yesterday I come home and Reynier tells me the mouse from the other night did come in and he came out to say hello from UNDER OUR BED! This is too gross for me and as much as I hope that Reynier is kidding, he is serious. So, I go to Home Depot to find a "no-kill" trap. Reynier thinks we need to kill the mouse but I don't want to. As I set it up with peanut buttery bait, I look forward to setting the little guy free to roam Venice once more. This is around 10PM.

My boy and I are jumpy and nervous all night terrified that the mouse will jump in bed with us. Everything makes me jump. I decide that if he doesn't fall for the humane trap I will kill him and that if he climbs on the bed I will smother him with a pillow.

So, we wake up and the trap is empty.

We go out for a few hours. When we return, the trap is still empty.

I go to my mom's house and Reynier is IMing me and tells me that the mouse is making a lot of noise and he's in the trap and I need to come home right now to take care of it.

I grab my stuff, ready to free the mouse and looking forward to a good nights' sleep. Reynier IMs: "Wait. He's not in there"
So, I stay a little longer and when I get home I check the trap and notice that 75% of the fucking peanut butter is gone and in it's place are 8 fat mouse pellets!! It defies logic that he could've gotten back out. I wish there was a tiny camera watching him so I could know his secrets!

sigh...anyway, I'm pissed at the mouse and need to sleep. I gave in and bought the glue traps. I tried to be a nice guy but in the end, I guess I'm not.

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Sunday, May 6

Jealous

I wish you thought I had a "crazy" voice.