I loathe rodents. Who doesn’t? They are twitchy, dirty, and disgusting.
Sunset Park, like most parts of NYC, is mice-infested. Lovely, I know. Here are the main issues -
Me and the mice in our apartment have an unspoken grudge against each other and try to one up the other every chance we get. I am vigilant of mouse holes to the point of paranoia; the mice only reveal themselves to me – seriously. I was sitting in the kitchen one day while ST was at work. All of a sudden, this little gray guy runs from the living room, under the fridge, and along the kitchen cabinets to get to his hiding place.
After freaking out perched on a stool for 3 minutes, I realized this was war.
My first plan of action was to call the exterminator again since we have a 2 year guarantee with him. He came and did his thing. We found that the mice had chewed through the white foam he used initially. Mice eat everything. This time, he went over everything with caulk.
The next night as I’m getting a glass of water alone in the kitchen, I SEE ANOTHER HOLE. Oh, HELL NO. You will not play me again, mice. I immediately texted the exterminator but he told us a bunch of excuses why he can’t come until next week. Perfect.
So, I checked the patched holes and found that those pests have been busy undoing all our work.
I did some research on the web and formed a plan of action: