Turdface

Last Friday when Jessie had already left for class, I was getting ready for work and I heard noises in the kitchen. It sounded like things were falling off the kitchen counter, so I didn't think much of it. "Hello?!?!" No answer. When I was leaving for work I didn't notice anything that fell either. Oh well. Later that day, Jessie called me at work and said she thought there was a mouse in our house. Sick!!! That seriously disgusts me! I was actually scared of them too. The first thing I said to Jessie...

Back up last April when I first moved into the apartment when I had 3 roommates instead of just 2. I was sleeping peacefully until I woke up to something crawling across my comforter on my legs. I jumped out of bed in the middle of the night, threw off my comforter and screamed, "Something just crawled on me!" Obviously all my roommates woke up. I told them I thought it was probably a stupid mouse that crawled across my legs. They didn't believe me because we couldn't find anything. They told me to just go back to bed. Yeah right. Try to sleep peacefully again after you had something disgusting crawl across YOUR legs! I was paranoid for another few weeks.

Fast forward again to Friday's phone call with Jessie..."It has to be that same dumb mouse that crawled on my legs in the spring." She, once again, didn't believe me because she never once believed me in the first place. We had a brilliant idea to have Trish's cat, Baby Teva, come over and kill the mouse in our house. Fail. We could hear it in our wall behind our refrigerator. Scott and I bought mouse killing food and set it out for the weekend. Before I left, I named it Turdface, because that is exactly what that dumb mouse is...a turdface. I got back to the house yesterday (Monday) from KY forgetting about turdface and excited to come home and relax. Nope. The refrigerator was still pulled out from the wall and the food was still there. Lunch time today we heard turdface playing in the wall once again. Now he is kind of our pet, but a pet we hate. I still yell at him hourly and tell him to shut his mouth. He listens to me too. I take the broom and bang it on the wall hoping he will fall and splatter. He just shuts up for 30 seconds and then continues singing or whatever he is doing. I'm just glad we rent this house and turdface can become Jessie's sister's pet when she moves in in June.