Of Mice and Wo-Men

Over the past few days I have had this guilty pleasure. At first I was totally disgusted at the thought, but now it has become somewhat of a game! If you live in a big city like New York, you know exactly what I am talking about----MICE.

Yeah, at first it took me a long time to admit I had one in my house. Mainly because I thought it was a sign of poor cleaning habits, but now I realized this is the life that city folk live.

I have contemplated getting a cat and a dog, but just wouldn't be able to put in the time necessary to be a good parent. I wouldn't wanna be some dead beat mom out partying and what not while my child is home, in the dark, running from little critters. So to that end, I felt hopeless.

Then, I came to grips with these home invaders and realized no one....NO ONE, will live off of me for free! Especially not anyone who thinks that can take liberties with my FOOD!

Needless to say, my house looks like one big boobie trap. I have glue traps with peanut butter, Riddex in the walls and mouse traps surrounding the fridge. To test out what bait my invaders truly like, I set up a non-threatening eating trough with a variety of vermin delicacies---candy, flour, cereal and peanut butter and watch stealthily in the night. I felt an animalistic instinct to pounce on the unsuspecting creatures while waiting there in the darkness of my apartment--sort of like a cat, but then I felt compassion for these often hated animals.

Nonetheless, of the past few days, I have arrived to my apartment anxiously to see what critters I have caught. For now, I have only caught three----most likely the dummies in the group. But I am waiting to catch the ring leader!