The mouse came back last night. I fled. Slept on a kind neighbor’s couch.
Tonight it’s a different story. I’ve decided to empower myself. I must, must, must see this through. I tore the place apart, cleaned behind furniture, purged. It felt good, like I was doing something within my control. I purchased devices that send sound waves through the walls to keep critters away; they’re in place now.
Time will tell. I will deal.
I’m so sorry about the mouse. I had rats in my apartment and I thought I was going to faint and because I have a child I was afraid. But I too empowered myself and bought, not 1, not 2 but 10 of those electronic devices and since then, it’s been 2 years, I haven’t seen any signs nor have I heard a peep.
A long time ago I lived in an apartment in the Bronx and one night I went to sleep – in the middle of the night I felt something brush across my face, I grabbed at it in my sleepy state and threw it against the wall. In the morning I found a dead mouse. I was freeked out and washed my face with bleach!
Since then I’ve been afraid – until the rat incident – now I’m still a little squeamish, but a lot less so. I know they’re more afraid of me than I am of them and also – I’m just plain bigger.