Possibly because I've been up since 2:30 am, when I heard a mouse scuttle across our bedroom floor, I got into a verbal sparring match with our super this afternoon about the respective virtues of cream cheese versus peanut butter as mousetrap bait. I offered peanut butter, which reputedly has the best results, but the super was the one setting the traps, and he swears by cream cheese. I don't care; I just want my kitchen and my life back.
And I thought there couldn't be anything worse than an eight-hour transatlantic flight with a toddler! Lo, the very next day, BAM. Mice. No doubt because I--through an enormous lack of judgment--left a wrapped chocolate bar* on the kitchen table before we left for our trip (over two weeks ago).
Please, anyone who's had mice, tell me this will end in a matter of days. I've gone through God knows how many Clorox Handiwipes, and, multiplied by a factor of ten of that, of Kleenex.
Happy New Year...
*For the record, Godiva dark chocolate. I hate you, mice.
And I thought there couldn't be anything worse than an eight-hour transatlantic flight with a toddler! Lo, the very next day, BAM. Mice. No doubt because I--through an enormous lack of judgment--left a wrapped chocolate bar* on the kitchen table before we left for our trip (over two weeks ago).
Please, anyone who's had mice, tell me this will end in a matter of days. I've gone through God knows how many Clorox Handiwipes, and, multiplied by a factor of ten of that, of Kleenex.
Happy New Year...
*For the record, Godiva dark chocolate. I hate you, mice.