Mice and Men(?)
The rodent population at my house has finally reached the point of no control. I hate to admit it, but I do believe that I may be part of the hysteria after I reported what I believe to be a small rat. It was either that or one HELL of a mouse. What's gross is that I saw it in Rail's bedroom.
Rail is an absolute slob. His floor is littered with clothes, garbage, empty food containers, and dirty dishes. It's quite nasty. One time, he tried to clean up (which required a giant black trash bag) but couldn't be bothered to finish, so the half full trash bag sits in the middle of his room amidst the garbage, clothes, and dishes.
My catch-and-release attempts have been thwarted by the mice. I did manage to catch one last week and released it outside, but the problem still remains.
Yesterday, we finally got an exterminator to come over, and he was the real mccoy. He set snap traps, glue traps, and poison. Based on the droppings, he guesstimates that there are more than a dozen of the little fuckers living in the house. Zoinks!
Logan gave me a tour of all the traps throughout the house. When he showed me the ones under the kitchen sink, we found one already dead in a snap trap. I told him we should throw it away, and Logan absolutely refused to touch it.
RELEVANT SIDE STORY: A couple weeks ago, Joo was playing video games, and Off was in his room. A mouse was on the stairs, and Joo and Off started freaking out like little girls. They screamed. They ran around, but they did nothing to get rid of the thing. Meanwhile, Rail (the underweight homosexual) came down the stairs to see what all the ruckus was about. Upon seeing the mouse, Rail picked it up with his bare hands and threw it out the front door.
I find it equal parts amusing and annoying that the 3 straight boys of the house are big pussies, while the 2 fags are the ones who are going to have to deal with the mice.
I'm very torn about this whole set-up. Aside from the one under the sink, I was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard what sounded like a toaster popping up toast that was ready. Of course, the sound was not the toaster but rather a second snap trap killing a second mouse. Only, it didn't kill it right away. When I went to investigate, the poor little guy was still squirming with the metal bar clamped around his neck. He suffocated after a minute.
I like animals. Even mice. Hell, I used to have pet rats: a fact that makes most people squirm. I understand that it is not healthy to have mice running around in your house, contaminating food BUT I also don't appreciate how I'm the cleanest person in the house, yet I'm the one who's going to be disposing of mouse carcass. ME, the vegetarian, I-love-animals roommate.
God help me if I have to kill a mouse on a glue trap. I fucking hate those things. It's cruel and unusual. They don't die right away. They squeal and call for help, and mice are social animals that try to come to the aid of their trapped friends, only to become trapped themselves. I don't want to have to kill a mouse, but I also don't want them to have a long, suffering death on a glue trap, agonizing until they eventually starve to death. The very thought makes my eyes get watery.
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