Miss Peach

Firstly: I swear. I can talk about a LOT more than just mice. I had a whole other post ready to roll and then... well, then the following occured. And I think you'll agree that there was no question as to what to write about after that.

My roommate Gen came home today after being away for a week. I thought the mice were gone. No sightings, no new droppings, etc. All was fine. I really thought we were in the clear.

Then Gen went to go to bed and, well, I just really don't know where to begin. As she was pulling down the sheets she noticed somthing on her pillow. Droppings. I'm not kidding y'all. On her PILLOW. And it gets worse. They were in her bed. Not, like, you know, ON her bed. I mean in between the sheets. At this point she leaned over to the end of her bed where the window was and noticed a ton of droppings on the windowsill. By her bed. And droppings all over it too. Obviously, there was screaming and absolute hysterical laughter b/c seriously, how else can we respond at this point?

Gen was completely freaked, and I told her she should really just sleep with me, it's fine, I would without hesitation hop into bed with her if, god forbid, the same thing happened to me. So she agrees, and we go to unmake my bed, and there is one dropping in there. And we pull back the shade on my window, and there are droppings there too. TONS of them. I mean, it's just unbelievable. So we change the sheets and wipe up the windowsill and all that and turn on the TV and the noise machine and she went to bed. I had to watch Grey's Anatomy. And my best friend had come over to watch it too. She offered to put us up, but she lives waaaay downtown and Gen works waaaaay uptown and anyway, it didn't make sense.

So now I'm going to bed. I just... I don't know what to do. I called the super-his wife basically told me that there seems to be some sort of infestation going on right now and he'll come up tomorrow night to seal up any other holes and set traps and all that. I said I'd call the managment company to demand an exterminator, and she said to go on ahead, but really they'll just call my super to come deal with it. We've filed a complaint with 311, the city's complaint line, but I just don't know what else to do. We could get an exterminator on our own, but then we'll be out of pocket and really, if this is a building-wide problem then it won't do too much. And we just moved here in September. I cannot afford to move again for, like, years. I can't afford the deposit and security and inevitable brokers fees and all that. It's just honestly not an option. So, I'm feeling super stuck and super-grossed-out and hating this place at the moment.

Gen called her sister who has a cat, appropriately named Kat Kat, and we are going to try to borrow Kat Kat for a bit here. We might even get a cat, though I'm allergic, but at this point sneezing and a Clarinex prescription seems a really small price to pay for a little piece of mind. That, and the knowledge that I'll be dogsitting Harvey for nearly a week starting Saturday-meaning I'll be out of my apartment-helps. Oh, and the thought that maybe, one day, down the line, I might just be able to laugh about all of this.