by way of explanation: for the last year, i've had an extra roommate; a tiny little mouse with whom we've been peacefully coexisting since i gave up using snap traps and poison to kill the little bugger--he wasn't taking the bait, and to be honest, as long as he wasn't eating my food or surprising me in the middle of the night, i just didn't care anymore. but, the other day, he tripped the fragile balance of our tentative agreement.


little beast decided to turn my beautiful loaf of challah bread into mouseloaf, chewing through the plastic bag and taking a nice chunk out of the top. and as i rarely keep anything in my apartment that could be described as "food," i don't take kindly to it being consumed by non-rent-paying inhabitants. (boyfriends excluded, of course).


so that was pretty much the last straw. fortunately for me, my super had dropped by to see the girls downstairs, and i was able to cajole him into procuring some glue traps for me. so now, my kitchen is littered with the damn things, and i'm trying hard not to feel guilty, as well as hoping that dom arrives at my apartment before i do, because while i'm managing to shore myself up against the fact that i really didn't want to use the horrid sticky traps, i don't think i'm ready to cope with the prospect of actually disposing of my little rodent's cute, furry corpse. there are some things i'm content to let the menfolk take care of.