The Loudmouth Protestant

September 17, 2007

Scared to Death

Filed under: life,NYC,randomness — nickisym @ 2:28 pm

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?



  1. i use glue traps with the poison bait. i set them up in a way that the mouse is stuck and trapped and easily disposible. Oh, and use ziplocs or tupperware. this is not an instance where you want to feed the multitudes.

    Comment by Jay — September 20, 2007 @ 12:29 am | Reply

  2. Girrlll, if it’s not one thing it’s another. Believe me. Our building (even with its puesdo-fancy lobby) has problems too.

    Show me a New York apartment who doesn’t have problems, and then I’ll ask you to show me the lease.

    Comment by Judith — October 29, 2007 @ 9:22 am | Reply

  3. We had a mouse problem once (when I lived in the city). I tried everything. One died in a glue trap I couldn’t get to and stunk up the place. One got drunk on the poison and came out while we were preparing dinner and just sauntered around the counter looking for handouts….

    Comment by Holiday Longing — January 7, 2009 @ 12:55 am | Reply

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