this morning #1679.
this morning, when i stepped into the kitchen to make some coffee, i was greeted by a long, orange smear of shredded cheese puffs strung all the way down the counter. perfect. i guess i have a mouse & i guess that, as i slept last night, he had a hell of a party in here. i surveyed the mess & the picture became clearer. no way could this chaos be the work of a single mouse. can’t be. there’s probably a colony of the little fuckers living within the walls of my place. great. i scanned the room for signs of where they might have come from. got down on the floor & shone a light under the counter. bingo. SO many points of access under there. after work, i set up tons of traps. a dozen, to be exact. went to bed hoping for the best.