Like most over girls, I grew up with many Disney fairy tales where the beautiful princess always gets her prince ( well, except for Frozen, but that was way after I was grown up) and the forest creatures are your helpful friends. Obviously my prince charming is still a frog somewhere and well, the animals, that’s a whole different story.
So I live in an apartment and there is a fair amount of wildlife around me. Bunnies, squirrels and chipmunks are all over and I’m not going to lie, I normally finally them pretty cute and have been known to feed them a time or two. Ok – fine, I might have bought them special food for years. I mean, really, is there anything cuter than watching a squirrel try to get away with an entire cob of corn in his mouth and then return said cob empty the next day? I’ll tell you the correct answer – not many things are cuter than that.
I used to have a cat and a dog living with me. The dog left with my ex-“roommate” and the cat died earlier this year. I also should tell you that I have a corner apartment and my bedroom sits on the very corner of the apartment building. Every once in a while I would hear scratching in the wall in my bedroom and it would freak me out – but luckily, I never saw anything on the inside, even though I would try to quickly shine my flashlight on the corner where the action was happening. I finally had had enough and was afraid that something was going to get in. And although, a small rodent wouldn’t kill me, let’s be honest, it would really freak me out.
I head outside and sure enough, there was clearly evidence of something trying to get in my wall. See below. Furthermore, when I went to the very outsidest corner of my bedroom, there was a hole in the floor, that clearly looked like something was trying to tunnel in. Freaked out, I talked to apartment office and they told me they would put me on the list for pest control on Friday. It’s only Tuesday at this point, so I have three days to deal with this on my own. It was suggested that I could fill the hole with steel wool, so being the resourceful girl I am, I shoved an SOS bad in there and felt secure until the pest control guy came on Friday.
So flash forward to Friday morning. I had just woken up and was about to get in the shower when I hear a knock on the door, but I got in the shower anyway. ( I know, such a bad ass) He comes in, ( the office had given him the key) announces himself, hears the shower, leaves. Like 5 minutes later, still in the shower, dude comes back. I’m thinking, are you an idiot? Like even if I got out of the shower the second after he left the first time, I would still need time to dry off and get dressed, this isn’t real life Skinamax after all.
He stuffs the whole with steel wool, put some kind of poison outside and luckily, it’s been about a month now, and there is no more scratching in my wall at night. I also feel a little guilty because what if it wasn’t a rodent but The Little’s Family and now I killed them. ( those were great books, weren’t they?)
Also, I stopped feeling the squirrels. They weren’t sewing me ball gowns anyway.