Last night I was sitting watching TV when I saw something scurry from the kitchen to the bedroom. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and after looking was starting to think I'd just imagined it. But then I saw it. It ran from the bedroom back to the kitchen.
A Big Grey Mouse.
First I jumped up about 10 feet and landed on the couch while screaming like a cartoon character. Then I stood on chairs to peer into our kitchen, looking for the little critter. I didn't see it, but then I heard it scratching behind the fridge.
I like mice. I used to have a pet rat (remember Nihmby, Jen?). But I only like them when they're invited, and have their own cage. And aren't wild. And don't have disease. Yeah, I'm picky. So what?
So, I told Dominic, who it turns out had also seen it but it was so fast he'd dismissed it as imagination. And then this morning I called our management.
Now, our management STILL hasn't fixed our washer. They're coming when I call, but then promising to follow up and never coming back. So, it's still not fixed. They also haven't fixed our blinds or the closet door in the bathroom, though I've asked them to. Nor have I recieved the promised paperwork regarding the replaced carpet they want to charge us over $1k for. Grrr....
If they continue on the FABULOUS success rate they've got now, perhaps I should consider naming Mousy, and asking him to join the family!
I really really hate it here.