I'm a little perturbed this morning, actually. See, it appears we've had a bloom of mice of late. Brian saw two mice in the past 2 days - one of which he described as "fat." NYC mice don't get fat...that mouse was a pregnant mouse. Then yesterday as I was pulling out some more traps from my "doom drawer," a mouse stuck his head out from behind the oven. Pissed. I'm pissed. So I set my traps, caught one last night, then this morning there were droppings EVERYWHERE. I was horrified so I sprayed every counter with a vinegar-based cleaner (I'm not sure which is worse in my food, bleach or mouse droppings). I let it sit for about an hour, then came back in with the cleaner and thoroughly disinfected everything.
PISSED.
I trashed our dish drying rack, b/c, you guessed it, droppings on the bottom of the rack. We are on a strict wash + dry + put away schedule now. There have never been any droppings in the cabinets so I think we're good there for the time being.
I would complain more, but this is just the reality of living in NYC in an old building. Literally every person I know has mice.
I'll tell you what I'd like to do, I'd like to borrow someone's good mousing cat. A week with a good mouser and I think my problem would be alleviated for the time being. With my luck, if I went and got a cat and it would suck at mousing but be awesome at terrorizing Bear & Sofie and making our apartment smell like cat.
That is the only update I have for you besides that it appears to be spring-ish outside. The daffodils & crocus are coming up and blooming in the Park.
Carpe diem,
J
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