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When I was a kid I had the board game "Mouse Trap," which had you set up an elaborate trap (Pee Wee Herman's Big Adventure breakfast maker-style) while marching your mouse around the board by rolling the die. Little did I know that later in life I would again be marching around setting up traps for mice...this time around I wouldn't call it fun. I've always heard in NY you were almost guaranteed to have a mouse in your house at least once. I thought that time for me was in my first apartment in '06. My neighbors moved out and they renovated the apartment causing a little mouse to lose his home and come into my apt under the door. He was a little guy and he died a horrible death at the hands of my super after getting caught in my shower tub. Poor little guy...it really is a horrific story that I cannot repeat, but feel free to ask me if you are truly curious.
So, two years later in my new upgrade apartment, there's an economic crisis and about 4 apartments in my building become vacant from move-outs. I am currently blaming the moving, but ask me in another week or so as I might think my building needs to be condemned! So, before my roommate and I left for the holidays we caught 2 mice that we suspected were hiding (well actually fighting) behind the fridge. One had the ugliest mug I have ever seen...he was an evil version of Jerry with big ears who has haunted my dreams ever since I had to throw him and his trap out! For a while there was about 10 traps lining every wall area soaked with pied piper mouse-juice I was recommended by another NY mouse catcher.
I thought surely I was safe from these filthy little rodents and free to go back to doing things like walking around barefoot. But oh no, yesterday in the bathroom as I'm brushing my teeth, I caught something from the corner of my eye and realized that I was trapped with another mouse in my own bathroom! Determined to catch the little bugger, I left and locked him in there while I armed myself with shoes and a broom...and roommate "support." When I came back in the mouse was gone! Obviously there is another pathway behind my laundry machine that is providing a Grand Central Station like tunnel for all these creatures! Unable to get the super to come until Tuesday, I came home tonight to find another baby mouse in my bathtub (I know it is not the same one from yesterday...my guess is that this one is the newbie and he got suckered by the bigger mouse to go out there and test the waters). After some freaking out and setting up a game plan for this mouse trap, we suckered the mouse out in a trash bag and I ran him out. It was a traumatic experience and somehow I fear it's not over. It's time for my super to get on board, I'm tired of this game!!!
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Me assessing the situation - I have a pic of the little guy but it grosses me out to even post it!










