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my little furry friend
Aug. 29th, 2006 09:03 pmi will share the very brief, uninteresting story of my furry friend in response to the request i received. don't ever say i don't do things for you...
on saturday, i noticed my cats hanging out in front of the cabinet under my kitchen sink. i was puzzled but y'know, they're cats, they don't always make sense. well, it really started to get obvious that they were interested in something inside the cabinet so i started to get worried. being new york and all, it doesn't matter that i actually don't have any food in my house, there are pests everywhere. so i opened the cabinet with as slow a movement as my shaking body could muster. and i saw the plastic packaging around my kitchen sponges MOVE! now if you aren't familiar, this is a definite sign that whatever was living under my sink was NOT a cockroach. i was both relieved and scared. i thought to myself... could it be a lemur? highly unlikely. a rat? well, then i'd just have to move. then it really sunk in -- it was probably a mouse.
for those of you who know me pretty well, you are aware that my immediate response to all pests is to completely ignore their existence. i strongly believe that if i can ignore them, that they will hopefully ignore me and in the end, they will tire of my living space and vacate on their own. well, this case was different.
the next night, the cats were doing their stalking thing again. so this time, i just opened the cabinet willy-nilly, throwing all caution to the wind. and i saw the bugger. it jumped out of the cat food bag, flashed its furry grey ass at me and then scampered away, stopping for a moment so that i could take in its long, mousy tail. of course, i screamed and shut the cabinet again. somehow seeing the little bastard made me face up to the fact that i could not just ignore its existence anymore. i called the super in a state of shock and he suggested glue traps. GLUE TRAPS?!?! i can't even stand to look at its tail, much less deal with disposing of a glue trap with a starving mouse stuck to it. no sir. instead, i paid the extra $4 to get traps that guarantee that i won't see a thing. i also used a handy dandy binder clip (sometimes being a lawyer has its perks) and closed off the rodent's food source. as far as i know, it did not appear to have any opposable thumbs so i figured i was safe.
it's now 2 days later. no rustling. no little nibbles into the cat food bag. no trap has been set off. i think i have won this battle, but we must still see about the war...
on saturday, i noticed my cats hanging out in front of the cabinet under my kitchen sink. i was puzzled but y'know, they're cats, they don't always make sense. well, it really started to get obvious that they were interested in something inside the cabinet so i started to get worried. being new york and all, it doesn't matter that i actually don't have any food in my house, there are pests everywhere. so i opened the cabinet with as slow a movement as my shaking body could muster. and i saw the plastic packaging around my kitchen sponges MOVE! now if you aren't familiar, this is a definite sign that whatever was living under my sink was NOT a cockroach. i was both relieved and scared. i thought to myself... could it be a lemur? highly unlikely. a rat? well, then i'd just have to move. then it really sunk in -- it was probably a mouse.
for those of you who know me pretty well, you are aware that my immediate response to all pests is to completely ignore their existence. i strongly believe that if i can ignore them, that they will hopefully ignore me and in the end, they will tire of my living space and vacate on their own. well, this case was different.
the next night, the cats were doing their stalking thing again. so this time, i just opened the cabinet willy-nilly, throwing all caution to the wind. and i saw the bugger. it jumped out of the cat food bag, flashed its furry grey ass at me and then scampered away, stopping for a moment so that i could take in its long, mousy tail. of course, i screamed and shut the cabinet again. somehow seeing the little bastard made me face up to the fact that i could not just ignore its existence anymore. i called the super in a state of shock and he suggested glue traps. GLUE TRAPS?!?! i can't even stand to look at its tail, much less deal with disposing of a glue trap with a starving mouse stuck to it. no sir. instead, i paid the extra $4 to get traps that guarantee that i won't see a thing. i also used a handy dandy binder clip (sometimes being a lawyer has its perks) and closed off the rodent's food source. as far as i know, it did not appear to have any opposable thumbs so i figured i was safe.
it's now 2 days later. no rustling. no little nibbles into the cat food bag. no trap has been set off. i think i have won this battle, but we must still see about the war...
