killing you hoes

so after a lovely saturday evening of bootleg dvds and coconut rum, i returned home to a mouse in my kitchen. my intention was to reset all the clocks in the kitchen (two microwaves - don't ask - and the stove). however, while i was resetting the first microwave clock i heard a shuffle and in my peripheral vision i saw the foul rodent zip into an undetectable-by-the-human-eye opening in the stove. IN THE STOVE!! the one we (we=my mama...don't ask!) use to cook our meals! needless to say i never made it over to change the last two clocks.

i was so disgusted i stayed in my room all day sunday. i avoided the kitchen at all costs (i did finally have to eat and i don't eat in my room because umm hello?!). but then i swore i heard something crawling around in the walls. umm...eww.

now, i've read on apartment therapy recently about other ppl dealing with their own tiny marsupial issues...bandying about humane ways of ridding their homes of these nasty little creatures. pardon my french but fuck that! somebody's got to die! right now i'm all about the d-con and i am not above leaving bodies around the perimeter to send a message to the rest of little homie's crew. i'd get a cat if we all weren't allergic. i'd really like to call an exterminator (my ss's fine exterminator in particular) but we'll see how the d-con works first.