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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Mouse War update

Well, it appears I haven't added anything in a while. I blame working in shipping during the holidays; I only had two days off between December 1 and Christmas Eve, and also the media.

So the other night I shot a mouse with a pellet gun. I've been embarking on a de-mousifying project ever since my roommate moved out about three weeks ago, but still hadn't gotten around to a few parts of it, like starting. Heh, I'll be here all week folks. Seriously though, there was still some trash and unprotected food lying around, and thus it was no surprise when I heard a mouse rustling around in an old Jack in the Box bag a couple nights ago.

My roommate still hasn't moved out all his stuff, and among his various remaining possessions is a pellet gun. Not a BB gun, but a pellet rifle: the kind that is essentially like a .17 caliber air-powered rifle, one that will shoot halfway through a roll of toilet paper (what I was practicing on when I was figuring out how to use it) or knock holes in the wall (what my roommate shot one night when it seemed like the thing to do). Well, I grabbed that thing, stealthed my way into position, and to make a long story short, shot that mouse.

Which, and I am sure this is no exaggeration, was almost as distressing for me as for the mouse. The first shot only winged it--it was deep inside the bag and blessedly ill-lit, but I could still hear it twitching around, forcing me to load up another shot and offer it a coup de grace. Or should I say coup de GROSS! The stupid thing practically exploded, various frown-inducing reddish globs bursting across the inside of the bag's magical paper containment field, the only silver lining to an otherwise horrendous experience. Well really there were two silver linings: the mouse's numerous bits stayed completely inside the bag, and also it provided the necessary motivation to immediately take out every piece of trash I could find. Once that odious task was up I went back to watching About Schmidt, but the spectre of all that miniature carnage threw a serious damper over the rest of my evening. Also I had a nice little realization I'd die in like three hours if I were ever lost in the wilderness, because if I feel bad about killing a mouse there's no way I'll be able to bash in my sherpa guide's head and eat him as the situation demands.

Cut to yesterday. I come home from work laden with breakfast foods, which the enlightened will recognize as the finest of all foods. I haven't eaten all day and am seriously enthused about cooking up some homphables when I open the fridge to put away the eggs and milk only to realize there is a mouse inside my fridge.

Judging by the horror movie-esque scene of gnawed butter, cracked eggs, and shredded cardboard, it'd been there a while, too. With the benefit of hindsight, I'm guessing it snuck in there before I left town for New Year's weekend (our fridge door closes right up against the wall, so sometimes it doesn't shut all the way and I don't notice till later), but at the time, I was completely aghast, thinking a) there must be a hole into the fridge and b) there is no WAY I can shoot a mouse in the place I keep the stuff I eat, despite my loud promises to "fucking murder [its] stupid ass" mere moments before. So, utterly helpless even with my giant monkey brain and murderous technology, I just shouted more obscenities at it and pulled drawers out of the fridge till it jumped out the front and scuttled behind the fridge.

After cool consideration, though, I've realized any mercy I may have shown these mice after the gruesome shooting of Tuesday night is right out the window. I am going to fucking punish those little vermin. Not so much because a few pieces of food were ruined. I don't really care about that. But because there is mouse shit ALL OVER THE FRIDGE! Is this civilization? Didn't storing food in places mice are free to defecate get stamped out, like smallpox and chamber pots. Because I thought it did. I thought indignities like that were behind us. It is the 21st century.

Admittedly, the fridge did need cleaning. But it just needed a little garbage-tossing and scrubbing where old roommate-food had gone bad. This is going to require taking literally everything out of it, spraying the fridge with some kind of serious disinfectant (preferably a flamethrower), then going through the Seinfeldian process of determining what needs to be tossed even if there are no obvious signs of contamination and what is worth dying of hantavirus to continue to eat. Box of roommate's girlfriend's chai cider? Gone. Same with old pizza boxes, 2-liter bottles, leftover curry, well-aged fruit, etc. But the jars of Schooner Bay mustard, the delicious stone-ground stuff from Maine? Literally the best mustard I have ever tasted, high in the running for best condiment all-time? I can't replace that with $0.79 and a trip to the store. So I am afraid that will continue to have to be used on my sandwiches, risk of incurable hepatitis or not.

Good God, I don't even want to think about the whole thing. It's one of those domestic disasters where I immediately knew the only solution was to seal up my fresh-bought bacon in a big ol' ice tea jar, close the door, then wait till Friday, when I can buy some Captain Morgan's and get seriously drunk. Pirates probably brawled with rats all the time for rock-hard bread and shriveled limes, so I'm pretty sure a set of gloves, a bottle of bleach, and a serious dose of Vitamin Rum will be enough to see me through this.

All right, enough thinking about this trash, it's time to go write a marvellously artful short story. But first: The Office and My Name is Earl!


At 8:13 PM, Blogger RhysDavid said...

This is probably a dumb question, but have you tried mousetraps? I've used a few different types, and the old-fashioned snapping ones work the best for me. And its SOOOO murderous!

At 11:44 PM, Blogger Ed said...

Yeah, we've been using the sticky ones. They're quite effective, but Ken's bringing up some of the ol' smash-them-in-half type like you're talking about.

We've killed like 6 of them now, they just keep getting in somehow.

At 3:01 AM, Blogger ladyC said...

dude, you need to move! when you have mice in the fridge, move!
as far as The Office goes, my old acting teacher is in that show. He plays Dwight, and is a fellow NYU alum. there you go.
we need to play poker, but not at your fucking place! hahaha

At 10:56 AM, Blogger Ed said...

God I know, it was one of the most distressing things to which I've ever borne witness. I've got a great plan to deal with it, though--soon as I get off work I'm buying me some rum and cleaning shit, then going home and watching football. I figure I'll be drunk enough by halftime to deal with the whole mess.

Also it's kind of sad that Ken's commercial basement is less vermin-infested than my nice one-and-a-half wide, though I am being forced to move out of it in May or so due to my ex-roommate's parents (its owners) wanting to sell it. It's also far worse than any of my New York residences, which at worst had some flies when we were all too lazy to do the dishes, heh.

On the upside, I've only seen one spider in the trailer since moving in. So good times on that front.

So who does Dwight play? I guess I could check imdb, but you know, that's multiple keystrokes away.

At 8:19 PM, Blogger RhysDavid said...

spiders suck

At 1:12 AM, Blogger ladyC said...

his name is rainn wilson. he plays dwight. he was also in house of 1000 corpses, he got turned into a merman.

At 1:17 AM, Blogger ladyC said...

i have to admit though, rainn was a lot hotter when he was in his 20's. and thinner. but it was smart for him to gain weight and become a character actor. but he did NOT age well. he's my age, for fuck's sake! he looks like my high school maths teacher.

At 3:48 AM, Blogger Ed said...

Rainn Wilson! I might know him from such roles as Arthur on Six Feet Under! That guy is great. Perfectly cast in The Office, too.

In mouse-related news, I Pine Solled the hell out of my fridge yesterday. Captain Morgan is like a modern-day Jesus.

At 6:08 PM, Blogger RhysDavid said...

There was a show about the real Captain Morgan on Discovery or some other learning channel today. It wasn't as cool as the rum


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