My building has a listserv where the residents can feel free to share relevant informations and complaints about life in the building. I usually ignore the messages but for some reason I decided to check it out this weekend and I saw the most disturbing correspondence of them all…
Someone who has lived in the building for three years–the same amount of time that I have lived there–said that they have mice. They then went on to lay down a prophecy on other occupants of the building by saying that we should all look out because if they saw the mice than clearly they are living in the walls. I rolled my eyes to this because I don’t like people that use absolutes in–in this manner. I mean I guess I should be thankful for the warning.
So then it had me thinking today, “How many mice do you have to see until you actually have mice?” It then reminded me of this wonderful post about roaches in NY apartments that a blogleague (that’s blogging colleague) wrote a few months back.
I then decided to respond to the person who dealt the “we’ve all got mice” blow and ask them how many did they really see. It made me feel a little better to attempt to put this vigilante in his/her place, but I’ll admit I’m still scared. I’m mostly freaked out about my cute vintage dresses being chewed up by the Fievel.
What’s a girl to do?