I have a mouse. Apparently my landlord did too but he has a cat. I am allergic to cats and it seems to mice. I am learning a little about them as I posted on Facebook my dilemma. I had hoped foolishly that my slow as molasses landlord would bring me a way to catch them but I think perhaps I was not thinking properly there. I am so angry right now–for all the damage this critter has done, for my inability to get rid of it right now, and for depending on someone who is not reliable.
I am off to the store to find a way to dispose of it as humanely as I can first thing in the morning. I am not going to trust my landlord and I cannot lose another ounce of chocolate. Who knew mice liked chocolate? Crazy critter! It nibbled at the last of the two Lindt chocolate bars I was savouring and saving. Then it started in on the other chocolate. Grrrrr! Mice have good taste in chocolate.
In other news, this stupid situation has undone all the good done today at Wellness Day. I must breathe and let it all go.