Monday, October 22, 2012
God Bless My Neighbor
Tonight about 9 o'clock, I hadn't eaten dinner yet so I go upstairs from my bedroom where I'd been watching TV and there it was -- something in the glue trap. Remember I had thrown away the one trap which I felt had dried and really wasn't glue-y enough, put out a new one which was super sticky.
On Saturday night I was in the kitchen and heard rustle, rustle in the garbage bin which I tried to deny and then could no longer deny and I was frantically looking for something to drop in the garbage pin, instantly grab the plastic liner bag, thus trapping the mouse. In those few seconds of scanning my kitchen (looking for an anvil??) the mouse was too fast for me and jumped out of the trash and scurried away.
This is war.
I changed my tactic and put the trap in a different place. Nothing this morning, but tonight, when I went upstairs, in one second I take in the sight that there was "something" in the trap. I go into my little room where I had a big pack of paper towels and take a new roll. My plan was to bunch up the paper towels, drop it on the glue trap and then sweep it up. I was just shakjing and nervous and clammy. That's how much I hate those little effers.
When I take in my second look to aim for the paper towels, I note that there are two mice in the trap, one dead, one still alive.
I can pick up the trap when the mouse is dead (and have) but not when it's alive, even though I know it is stuck. I couldn't find the super's phone number -- my plan was to call the super and ask him to come over to dispose of it. Alternate Plan B was to leave it and hope that it died overnight. I remembered I had the super's number on my cellphone, but for some reason, everytime I tried the number, I'd get a CALL FAILED notice. I didn't want to use the phone in the kitchen because I'd have to walk past the trap.
So I decide to go out to the mailboxes and get the super's phone number which is hanging there since I wasn't 100% sure which number it was on my cellphone. While out there, my neighbor who lives in the other apartment on my floor is returning and I opened the door for her, she greets me and I say, "Are you afraid of mice?" She looked a little startled but said not really and I told her my problem.
She non-chalantly said Oh, she'd go pick it up for me, opens her apartment door and I'm standing outside trying to convince her that no, really, she doesn't have to do this and she insisted it was really no problem for her. She gets a broom and dust pan and a bag and off she goes. I had left my front door open and told her I'd stay there. She said just tell me where it is. I did. She got it as I'm standing there 50 feet away near tears. When she comes out, I kept saying thank you and said I'd hug her but I don't want to get that close to her (since she was holding the bag), but I did kiss her on her cheek.
She took it out to the garbage and I was so terribly grateful to her. I think tomorrow I'll handwrite a thank you note and put it under her door. It was nothing to her and she said, "Just knock on my door if you need me." Oh my God, I am so grateful. I [HEART] my neighbor!