I'm an east coaster and I'm not in bed. Probably because my skin has been crawling since seeing that sickening rodent crawling on my Scooby Doo. I thought about sleeping on the couch, which I dug out of the pile of clothes and books, only to find "remnents" of rodents, if you get my meaning. Little pellets that I'd rather not think about. Apparently there is no safe place to sleep tonight.
My landlord called me back about thirty minutes after I posted and told me that he'd be in tomorrow to put out some poison. At this point, I don't care how they die, I just want them dead. I'm generally very compassionate for living things--even mice--but this has gotten so far out of hand that I'm now on a rampage and I want to kill them all. Isn't that violent of me? I hate that I've come to this, but it truly is disturbing my life now, and I'm fed up with it.
I can't remember who it was that posted a while ago apologizing for making light of my situation. Don't be sorry...up until tonight, even I thought it a bit humourous. But really, mice on the bed is too much. TOOOOOOOO MUCH! I can make light of just about any situation up to a certain point. That point was reached the moment I saw what I saw.
On a more bizarre note, Ms. Ann Miller is on a rerun of HOME IMPROVEMENT right now on Channel 2 in NYC.