#worthasecondpost

So... this just happened:

Pause.

Actually, you need to hear the back story. For the last month, our flat has been plagued by a rodent problem. For awhile, it was okay because it just ran around the kitchen and left a few droppings. But then it discovered the pantry and got into my oats. And since then, it has been pillaging the pantry every night. Eventually, we got sick of it and put traps down last Sunday.

This is where the majority of my drunken peanut butter brownie went. Note the use of the word 'majority'. These mice were ninja ++ because for five successive nights, they were able to stealth away the brownie without setting off the traps, even when we formed the food into a bolus around the spring platform. In fact, they were getting so brazen that we noticed food disappearing from the traps during late afternoon/early evening. We despaired and bought warfarin (despite our initial misgivings - because if you use rat poison, they don't die instantly and eventually you will find a dead mouse somewhere that you don't expect to) because we were getting that desperate. But the mice didn't take a bar of it.

This brings us to today, five days later.

I walked into the kitchen thinking, 'Oh, I might as well put the dishes away for the night,' when I shit you not, there was a rattle and I was like 'Oh snap, that sounded like the mouse trap,' and then stupidly decided to look. Or rather, my superior colliculus decided that it would make my eyes foveate because it saw movement in the corner of my visual field. And oh so fortunately, I was just in time to see the mouse do its whole death twitch/squirm.

Cue screams of blue murder.

A. was out at a band gig, and so I was so very lucky that M. was over because I'm pretty sure J. would not have been nearly as obliging in
a) picking up the mouse (plus trap)
b) putting it into a plastic bag
c) throwing contents of bag into a public trash bin at the bottom of the street
In fact, he was all for leaving it there (right beside the fridge door - how on earth was I going to access my milk for my coffee?!) until morning for A. to get rid of. But like I said, so lucky that M. was over.

I then proceeded to bleach the kitchen floor thoroughly because J. had dragged the mouse around the floor for a bit. Gross. But pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease let that be the end of the rodent problem.