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Sep. 22nd, 2012 12:02 pmAs my stepfather has been known to say, THIS MESS IS A PLACE.
I set the Roomba off in the kitchen this morning after carefully making sure he wouldn't get into any trouble -- blocked off the door (my poor elderly Dalek Suck, he can only clean one room before his batteries go out) and picked up the old mousetraps I never got round to clearing away after I slaughtered Clan Lorenzo in our latest battle.
There were at least seven Mouse Lorenzos in the building, and I know that because for a week solid I scattered mouse poison mixed with cheetos on the floor in a corner every night, and for a week solid that corner was clean when I woke up in the morning. Either that or there's one supermouse who's immune to poison and finally got wise. That was at least a month ago, though, and the poison hasn't been touched since, so I'm guessing either they learned to keep out of my god damned kitchen or there are a lot of mouse bones piled up in the walls.
All of this is charming, I know, but such is life in a pre-Depression-Era building. Given the preponderance of feral bunnies on my block, I'm surprised I haven't found one amongst the carrots.
(That's a total joke. Like I keep carrots in the house.)
Anyway, Dalek Suck is busily making time with his one true love, Dalek Can, the motion-sensitive trash can. I have decided to stay in today, clean in a lazy, casual kind of way, and watch a lot of television. I feel this is a good life choice.
I set the Roomba off in the kitchen this morning after carefully making sure he wouldn't get into any trouble -- blocked off the door (my poor elderly Dalek Suck, he can only clean one room before his batteries go out) and picked up the old mousetraps I never got round to clearing away after I slaughtered Clan Lorenzo in our latest battle.
There were at least seven Mouse Lorenzos in the building, and I know that because for a week solid I scattered mouse poison mixed with cheetos on the floor in a corner every night, and for a week solid that corner was clean when I woke up in the morning. Either that or there's one supermouse who's immune to poison and finally got wise. That was at least a month ago, though, and the poison hasn't been touched since, so I'm guessing either they learned to keep out of my god damned kitchen or there are a lot of mouse bones piled up in the walls.
All of this is charming, I know, but such is life in a pre-Depression-Era building. Given the preponderance of feral bunnies on my block, I'm surprised I haven't found one amongst the carrots.
(That's a total joke. Like I keep carrots in the house.)
Anyway, Dalek Suck is busily making time with his one true love, Dalek Can, the motion-sensitive trash can. I have decided to stay in today, clean in a lazy, casual kind of way, and watch a lot of television. I feel this is a good life choice.
