Caradana
Miraculously, Refreshingly Marooned in Anonymity
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Granted, he was only the size of a ping pong ball, and granted, he had cute little round ears, but one look at the DEAD MOUSE on the floor of my apartment last night and I SCREAMED LIKE A BANSHEE. I then stood on the center of my bed and called Jean-Paul for advice.
JP: "Hello."
Dana: "MOUSE IN APARTMENT." (gulp, gasp for air, shudder, air, gulp.) "Dead mouse. Not rat, mouse. Scared! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
JP: "D, are you OK? Is it foaming? Did you kill it?"
Dana: "MOUSE IN APARTMENT." (at this point, all mental functioning has ceased.)
JP: "Be right over"
He came over and he and the doorman used the broomy thing to sweep up the dead mouse. He also brought me a cold Diet Coke to soothe me. (JP - deserves medal.) Despite a year in NYC, this is the first rodent I've ever seen indoors, excluding the subway. I am a little embarrassed by my performance. I thought I'd be braver. NOT SO MUCH.
I now have little dishies of rat poison under key strategic furniture in my apt. JP handled this. I am still afraid to look under the furniture because I think a mouse will run out, climb up my arm, look at me accusingly with his beady red eyes, and bite me on the face.
I wonder, what killed him? He was lying at the right angle to have fallen off the shelf in my closet and swandived to his death, but I don't think that sounds likely. Maybe he ate someone else's poison? Old age?
If a rat family appears, I am moving to Jersey. I swear this.
JP: "Hello."
Dana: "MOUSE IN APARTMENT." (gulp, gasp for air, shudder, air, gulp.) "Dead mouse. Not rat, mouse. Scared! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
JP: "D, are you OK? Is it foaming? Did you kill it?"
Dana: "MOUSE IN APARTMENT." (at this point, all mental functioning has ceased.)
JP: "Be right over"
He came over and he and the doorman used the broomy thing to sweep up the dead mouse. He also brought me a cold Diet Coke to soothe me. (JP - deserves medal.) Despite a year in NYC, this is the first rodent I've ever seen indoors, excluding the subway. I am a little embarrassed by my performance. I thought I'd be braver. NOT SO MUCH.
I now have little dishies of rat poison under key strategic furniture in my apt. JP handled this. I am still afraid to look under the furniture because I think a mouse will run out, climb up my arm, look at me accusingly with his beady red eyes, and bite me on the face.
I wonder, what killed him? He was lying at the right angle to have fallen off the shelf in my closet and swandived to his death, but I don't think that sounds likely. Maybe he ate someone else's poison? Old age?
If a rat family appears, I am moving to Jersey. I swear this.