It you cannot really see/appreciate why other people might not want a mouse running around their work place, then you're probably the wack job in this scenario.
The whole "just let pests infest whatever they want, they have to live too" attitude goes away the minute you own your own home, and they start fucking up your shit.
Had to reinsulate my fridge last month because one of those little assholes chewed through the insulation. Found him dead a few days later, crushed under a 50 pound bag of birdseed he had chewed a hole through.
Mice apply a "spawn like crazy" strategy to life. Mostly dying is part of that. Otherwise the planet would be buried in exponential mice inside of the tenure of one Stranger book reviews editor.
(Seriously. They have about 8 babies about 8 times per year = millions after one year, trillions after two...)
Good grief, who at The Stranger writes this dreck? Because if this is the kind of stuff that people send in that floats to the top... Well... What I think is that Sydney Brownstone writes this crap.
But if you have the patience, a pile of 1:1 cornmeal-and-plaster-of-paris, plus plenty of water to drink nearby will turn their little innards to stone...
#16 I'm a vegan too! Mice made my house and cars a stinking mess until I discovered peppermint oil. You have to trap any mice that get used to living with the smell but mice from outside can't stand it and will flee. Also you can use plain steel wool to plug gaps where they come in and out.
My building on Seneca was infested with mice, across from the baptist church. Management wouldn't do anything about them. Kind of got used to them. Those little bastards would crawl into my pillow at night and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and make me feel like a disgusting version of an unwilling Capitol Hill hipster Disney princess. They also would try to hop over my feet under my desk to get to the kitchen, and I'd block their path, and they'd look up at me with teeny tiny disgust like, "really, this game again, human?" In a cabin I lived in for a while, the house mice would crawl up and sit on my drunk and oblivious family's shoulders like they were part of the evening's drunken conversation, and I'd never say anything because it was kind of hilarious.
They are really kind of social and want to be part of stuff, it's just too bad they are filthy disgusting disease vectors. Really, the same can be said of a lot of people.
Had to reinsulate my fridge last month because one of those little assholes chewed through the insulation. Found him dead a few days later, crushed under a 50 pound bag of birdseed he had chewed a hole through.
Mice apply a "spawn like crazy" strategy to life. Mostly dying is part of that. Otherwise the planet would be buried in exponential mice inside of the tenure of one Stranger book reviews editor.
(Seriously. They have about 8 babies about 8 times per year = millions after one year, trillions after two...)
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But if you have the patience, a pile of 1:1 cornmeal-and-plaster-of-paris, plus plenty of water to drink nearby will turn their little innards to stone...
They are really kind of social and want to be part of stuff, it's just too bad they are filthy disgusting disease vectors. Really, the same can be said of a lot of people.