No More Mr. Mice Guy.

When I was in college, I had the most lovely experience of being exposed to mice for the first time. I lived in south Georgia in an apartment complex that had been built in the middle of a field, meaning that we would most likely run into the furry little critters at some point, seeing that we were on the first floor. Sure enough, we had a mouse. Just one. But man, he was a noisy fella. Every night I heard that little booger in the kitchen bouncing around on potato chip bags and making a mess. Sure, he was cute, but anytime one of us caught a glimpse of him, cries of disgust were let out, and an overall mini fiasco took place. No, they don’t hurt you, but they are filthy rodents.

Last night, I was watching the Beatles Anthology, and I heard some ruckus coming from the refrigerator that my man friend has in his room. I began to look over in that direction and noticed something small, gray, and furry scurrying around. The noisemaker came out of hiding long enough for me to see it was a mouse. Since I’m a chick, I grabbed my flip flop, stood on the bed, and called the man…from my cell phone. He was visibly irritated that I thought a mouse was reason enough to disturb him from working. So, I decided to just let the mouse run around, thinking that it would probably just go away after a little while, right? Noooo. Not right. In fact, I think he left and told his friends he hit the jackpot, because ten minutes later, I looked back at the refrigerator and saw SEVEN MICE!!! Seven! A whole mouse army invaded and were crawling all over the damn place. I have no idea how to deal with this because I’ve never had to deal with it before. In college, we called the maintenance man. My maintenance man didn’t see this infestation as a problem.

I searched the room and found a candle, and thought, “those little bastards won’t come past the lit candle because it’s scary.” I set it up by the fridge so they’d stay in that area. Then I found a can of Lysol and decided to try and fumigate. I sprayed one of the mice that was hiding under the fridge. He just slid further back and continued to munch on whatever was under there.

I finally went back to the Anthology because I was exhausted from trying to keep the mice from landing on my face while I was sleeping or something horrific like that. You bet your ass that I’m bringing poison over when I visit again, though.