In case anyone was wondering, I wasn't eaten by a mouse. No. In addition to having a mouse in my house, I had a worm in my computer and was unable to surf the internet (or post to Blogger) without it taking a hundred years. It was SO IRRITATING. However thanks to <--- that guy, my problem is all fixed. I hope. (BTW, do all I.T. guys look the same, or what?)
With that, I'll give everyone one final update on the mouse. The last I told (Is that a saying? Like, "the last I heard"?), the little bugger was stuck to a glue trap in my closet at 4:30 am. At 7:30 am, I called down to the butcher shop my landlord owns and asked him to come get it, and was told, "Someone would come right up."
8:30 am: No one had yet come right up, so I called again. The guy who answered the phone this time seemed to know nothing about a mouse. "It's stuck to a glue trap in my closet and has been since 4:30," I said. "I already called once." This guy told me someone would come right up, too.
10:00 am: No one had yet come right up AGAIN, so I called a third time. "IF SOMEONE DOESN'T COME TO MY APARTMENT RIGHT NOW TO GET THE MOUSE THAT'S FLAILING AROUND IN MY CLOSET, I'M CALLING 311!"
311 is the non-emergency NYC line where you can report things like SHITTY LANDLORDS. Needless to say, someone finally came right up.
Thankfully, it was a different BSC from the previous day; it was the BSC who has a crush on me. Because of this, after capturing the mouse in my closet he searched for the hole the little bugger came in through, and then patched it up.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
I know it was just a mouse and a worm, but knowing that I survived both makes me feel invincible.
PREVIOUSLY: To Catch a Mouse, Zzzz... This is Your Brain on Drugs, Another Mouse Update, Mouse Update, I HAVE A MOUSE!!!!!
