We Thought It Was All Over...

After making a mouse sandwich I was pretty fed up with all of this gross, half-dead mouse business so I called maintenance and demanded pest control come and fix the problem for good.

First, we had a dude show up when we weren't here and smear caulk into hole that wasn't a hole. He managed to entirely miss a hole under our kitchen sink, inside the cabinet, that was the size of my head. I literally could have crawled in there myself. The lazy guy didn't bother to do anything further. He must have just enjoyed using his caulk but wasn't in the mood to plug up any real holes.

That's what she said.

Then we had a maintenance guy come and do an amazing job sealing the giant hole. He looked under the sink and said, "Wow, how did this not get sealed up?" So he puts a nice sturdy board securely over the hole. He stuffed steel wool in between the counter and the wall, he stuffed more in all the radiator holes.

I felt this sudden sense of security. I imagined the mice were just trapped in the wall between the kitchen and the bathroom and were just going to eventually die in there as soon as their food and air supply ran out.

I slept really well that night and perhaps for a week following...