Catch it.
Not with your hands.
Put some peanut butter on a piece of something and put it near a box you can tip over it, then scoop it up.
Toss the rodent outside.
Call the landlord.
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Catch it.
Not with your hands.
Put some peanut butter on a piece of something and put it near a box you can tip over it, then scoop it up.
Toss the rodent outside.
Call the landlord.
I don't mind the quakes. Wish that Puppycat would find a better way to deal than to flee with claws flaying. Still, I heal better than my coffee table, so that is a blessing at least.
The nearest Old Navy is someplace I haven't found yet. I can't but help think that this is a good thing for my credit card.
What the fuck do I do??
Dude, it totally freaked me out, and I had a cat to deal with it. Also, a roommate. Then again, in my case the problem was really that the cat kept trying to kill it, and that was really creepy.
Do you have to do something right now? Couldn't you just buy a trap tomorrow, or something?
What the fuck do I do??
Borrow a cat?
Do you have to do something right now?
Sleep without fear?
I screamed like a little girl. Or a little girl trapped in a big boy's body. It was a scream, not a shriek.
Also, it could be a small rat, for all I know. There's been construction across the road.
It's most likely a mouse, though. Yeah, try to catch it, I'd say. We went with a dustpan, though we had the advantage of the cat chasing it into the dustpan (man, those things are FAST).
Also, it could be a small rat, for all I know. There's been construction across the road.
If it was wearing red pants, then it was a mouse.
Laugh it up, fuzzball. It won't seem so funny when it's your ambiguously-specied rodent!
...or maybe it will. Who can say? Also, I'm not really calling you a fuzzball. That's a movie quote. Just so you know.
(ETA: Specied? That's not a word, is it?)
Maybe I'll just sit here and cry.
Wow, I'm going to make a terrible husband.
It won't seem so funny when it's your ambiguously-specied rodent!
Hey, I've had at least three mice since I've lived here. I consider myself lucky that I haven't accidentally stepped on their bodies after my cat killed them.