So our manny moved out yesterday. I’m sorry to say that it was the hottest day of the year thus far, or nearly so (like I care enough to fact-check this detail) and also that I was kinda snappy. Snap snap snappy. Hormones + extreme heat + other stuff = snappy. Sorry about that!
Luckily a good friend agreed to come over and help, and for this reason the manny, and many innocent bystanders, live to see another day. Really, I (and so many others) cannot thank him enough.
Today I’m home alone and taking advantage of this by
sitting around in my underwear gaming and watching Friends re-runs cleaning the now-empty spare room. I’ve already cleaned the area rug and dragged it outside in the stupid hot sun to dry and be relieved of the stink-molecules left by the manny’s venerable dog, Taco. The original plan was to drape it efficiently over the swingset, but it turns out that a sodden, recently-wet-vac’ed 8’x10′ area rug weighs about a bajillion pounds (that’s 0.45 bajillion kilos, for you Canadian readers) and as mighty as my hormone-driven cleaning fury may be, it was no match for the rug. I’m sure the neighbors enjoyed listening to my desperate grunting as I gave it my all, but in the end I was forced to lay it out on the grass. The lingering aura of seething disgust should be all that is needed to keep the pets off of it while it dries.
I then vacuumed the room in preparation for cleaning the crappy carpeting. Eventually we will have something a little less crummy in that room than industrial low-pile rug with no discernible padding, but for now this will have to do, and it might as well be clean. Since I had the Suckerator 5000 running I went ahead and started vacuuming out the Multi-Purpose Room, a delightful combination of laundry, pantry and storage, and at one time our closet.
Oh, imagine my delight when I found a pile of shredded … something whitish? And the unmistakable brown pellets of MOUSE INTRUSION. And then! When I moved a rolling tote aside — THE ACTUAL MOUSE. Who was alive and well, and really miffed that I’d uncovered his little empire. He scurried back and forth a few times and then darted behind the laundry machines. THERE IS NO ESCAPE, MOUSE FRIEND. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! If I’d been faster with the Suckerator hose the mouse might be spending some quality time in the garbage can but man, that little bugger could scurry.
We had a mouse invasion once before but haven’t been troubled by the little dears since calling the exterminator. It appears that the mouse may have gotten in some evening when the manny had the sliding glass door to that room open, as he informed me a couple of days ago that the cats had been camping out in the laundry room, which was unusual for them. Now that the manny and his dog are gone, and so are the food and water dishes from the laundry room, the mouse’s source of income is gone too. It looked like the mouse had been chewing the corner of the room in an attempt to get out, as the vinyl baseboard (the something whitish) has been gnawed but the wall behind it appears intact.
We have three cats. Why do we have three cats if they can’t keep the laundry room clear of one stupid mouse? *shakes fist in general direction of cats*
(FYI, the rug in that room was filthy and the rinse water was not just a deeply satisfying shade of chocolate brown, it contained actual sediment.)