WE NEED TO BUY A CAT

I just took my first breath in 15 minutes.  maddie and i were sitting on our couch watching a trailer on the computer, when i saw a mouse run from one end of the bathroom to the other.  its avacado pitt-sized brown furry body scurried in a 6 second lap from the toilet to the shower that made the hair on the back of my neck flare up.

now after i've chilled out a little bit and talked to my dad, i am feeling a bit calmer.  and a bit like a princess, but whatever!  i know its just a tiny rodent that won't kill me (well, it almost made my heart stop), but i've never dealt with this before.  

                                                                  i live in fear.

i'm scared im going to slip on my shoe and hear a squeak.

i'm scared i'll find one in my fro when i sleep.  i now know the meaning of the phrase "my hair is like a rats nest."

i'm scurred to put out mousetraps, to hear the 'SNAP!'--sure, it'll catch em, but then what the hockey am i supposed to do with a dead mouse?? put it in my oatmeal?!?!?

i don't wish death upon this creature.  i just want him to get his own g.d. apartment.  this place is barely big enough for me and maddie--and we do NOT want another roommate.

we called our housing director, who we had already spoken to a few days ago because we wake up every morning with bug bites.  we are supposed to buy sprays and maybe get an exterminator.  so we called her about the mice, and she was like "oh, well, i could stop by after the office with some mouse traps."  thanks.  and what should we do now?  "oh, are you scared of it?"  yeah!  jeeze louise.

i know paris is an old city, and obviously has rodents... i love history and old shiz, but... i miss the UC.  the only bug i ever saw in our apartment was a cricket on maddie's bed once.  after that, we were more careful of whatever vagabonds we allowed into the apartment.

well, i gotta go clean.  i need to bite the bullet, because i don't have my mom to kill taranchulas for me anymore.

time to set up some traps.  luckily, i won a basket of stinky cheeses from a raffle at school.

hope you're hungry, ratatouille.

SMB