I like the traps where the snappy thing is enclosed in a plastic box so you never have to see the dead mouse. Apparently I find it easier to live with being a wussy hypocrite than having mice in my living space.
If the traps ever actually caught anything, that is. I think maybe Brooklyn mice don't like peanut butter.
I've had a horrible day. Work was nonstop from 7:30 onward, the only brief interruptions being the 2 meetings I had to go to (one of which was a conference call at my desk so I could keep working...). I bolted my lunch because I was working through it and not paying attention, which led to throwing it up a few hours later because I really should have eaten more slowly. On top of dealing with a communist invasion. I feel like shit warmed over. And I know I should eat something because I'm feeling really lightheaded, but I just want to crawl into a time machine and do the whole day over. Or better yet, crawl into a time machine and go back to when I was on vacation.
(Also, Dylan is on Day Three of a dinner-strike. He eats breakfast, lunch, and snack just fine. But dinner - the only meal *I* feed him during the week - has been nothing but one giant battle lately. He refuses to sit in his booster seat, he throws everything on the floor, and then whines because he's hungry. ARGH. And since it's the only meal he gets from me, I'm sure it's something I'm doing. Like not letting him eat nothing but cheese for dinner every night.)