Like everyone else at the start of a New Year, I am trying to feel optimism. Projecting good things. I really am. Even though ... I'm upside down on my mortgage, practically every penny I have goes to bills and last year I got a stock tip (and I'm no Martha Stewart) that ended up costing me mucho $$$ from my hard earned savings account. And ...the rats are back.
I have lived in my condo for almost 5 years without a problem with rodents. Let me preface by saying, I never intended to live here that long - 5 years - but the real estate market shit the bed and that put the brakes on my Jeffersonian "movin' on up" plans. (Not that this a slum by any means - I live in a respectable condo complex less than a mile and a half from Fort Lauderdale Beach.) So now, because of whatever reason, after extermination attempts and traps and a brief reprise - the rats are back. As I write this, I am waiting for my contractor to arrive, who will then tear out the shelf under my sink and together we will fill any hole, crevice or opening in the wall one of those disgusting vermin can slither through. As I write this - there is one stuck in a glue trap under the sink. I'm not touching it - I'm waiting for Steve to do it. I would have to be wearing a space suit with those big kryptonite gloves and a full helmet - with oxygen hoses -to even touch the glue trap one of those creepy rodents are stuck in. God I HATE mice and rats. I LOATHE them. Despise them. Dee-spizzzzze them. Snakes and spiders don't bother me - odd. Never did. But those disgusting little vermin with those gag-me tails, completely gross me out. Beyond the beyond.
I will never feel the same about this place now. It's been tainted by mouse turds. All the Lysol in the world won't bring back my feeling of homey comfort. I feel like I'm living in a Motel 8. Make that 7 1/2. I will herein be a visitor in my own home until I sell this place. Which is a day I look forward to - for more reasons than the rodents.
Several hours later ...
I'm back home after crying, drama-ing, then finally going out with my friend Nancy to see the Norman Rockwell exhibit at the Museum and then afterwards getting a few brewskis and a pulled pork platter at a BBQ restaurant. Now I'm back home.
Earlier: Steve got rid of the trapped rats - there were TWO stuck on the glue trap - not one -and we patched up a hole behind my stove where we feel they were gaining access. I'd take roaches any day over those disgusting, evil creatures. Yecccccccccccccccccccccch.
So now, it's back to business as usual. I'm too tired to Pine Sol the whole condo right now - so tomorrow - joy of joys - I can do it.
Happy Fucking New Year.
No really.
Happy New Year.
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