Hurry UP! I cannot wait to be done with summer school. As much as I enjoy learning anatomy and I do, I just want freedom again. The fall will be here before we know it and then back to the grind of work and school. Lordy, I am not looking forward to that! But at least this time around I will have my Bastard Kitty Tom back and no relationship drama/upheavel to contend with.
How am I doing you wonder? Well I was really stressed out about my apartment. Between the ex's things still being here, the fact I never had the chance to finish unpacking and the takeover by a little band of black mice left me overwhelmed. But in the past week that has changed some. I am happy to report the ex finally came by last Monday and packed up about 1/2 his things. I was grateful that he did because the breakup happened right when I moved here and ever since I had been left with the mess. By starting in the living room. it allowed me the chance to sweep up the dirt/grime off the floor everywhere. And it gave me a starting point for a snowball effect and since then I have been working on the apartment little by little everyday. I am determined to have this place pretty much settled before Fall starts. Its a necessity I cannot afford to ignore. An unbalance home for me will have a negative effect on my outside life and how I feel on a day to day basis.
As for the mice situation, I am not embarrass to share this because I did not cause this. But what started off all cutesy and disney-like the 1st month I notice 1 mouse turned into a nightmare weeks later of being seiged by a set of Bronx mice.Those little sh*ts even eat plastic like the freezer door seal/lining, or the rubber bit on my cookware...unbelievable nerves of these mice! And I am tired of people offering me obvious advice such as "be sure to clean up after you eat" or "you just need to borrow someone's cat." Duh my Tom-tom will be back soon enough. "buy some traps." did that but those mice are too savvy and manage to get the food without setting off the traps. Until last weekend Saturday night I think is when the death of one mouse occurred. I came home late Sunday night to a stench ugh. My ex thinks the scent of their fellow mouse has scared off the others because the mice activity in my apartment has seem to lessen. For a while there they were downright brazen, just walking about as if I wasn't here and then suddenly they would stop when I'd see them and wonder? Can she see me? in their tiny little pea shitting brains.
Why yes, You little f*cker I can see you! And proceed to throw whatever handy object I have nearby. Imagine! This one little disney mouse who I felt shared some stupid commune with me for about 4 weeks (the month of June) brought a nightmare the month of July. Yep, this is why I cannot earn my badge as a New Yorker and remained forever branded as an out-of-towner. I am just too animal centric and those that look "cute" get away with a lot from me. I am so glad Tom is coming back. I really missed my cat. Yes he's another "little f*cker* but one I love!
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