I live in an old building and there are mice ... but I don't leave food around and I haven't seen signs of them in my place. Although once, a few years back, I found a dead mouse (mouse, mind you - NOT rat) but that's been it. The exterminator comes every week for the building at large, which I suspect keeps the vermin under control.
Dr. Walsh ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And Sammie's kidney's are doing just fine at concentrating urine, so she's home and happy.
Ugh, bonny.. What a nasty, icky mess - physically and emotionally.
We had a rat problem in our backyard a couple years ago and it was terrible and I felt like a terrible person. But WE dealt with it at once. Nasty!
I don't think they are necessarily hoarders, but not caring that their beautiful pooches could be in jeopardy certainly says something about their character.
I honestly don't get how some people prioritize.
Hubba hubba, Teppy! How much fun is that? I can't wait to see the rest.
I didn't get to the market, but I did manage to make a delicious mac and cheese with prosciutto an peas for dinner.
Teppy, the pictures are gorgeous. I'm sure the professional ones are going to be wonderful.
Gorgeous, Teppy! But then, the camera does love you. Tim is a lucky guy!
sj, I hope you get over this, finally! I know it's wearing.
Yay! for Sammie! Atta girl!
I know I'm probably boring everyone with my stupid dental stress and anxiety but it just hit me which tooth is being pulled. Which sounds stupid, I should know, but I don't actuallly look in the mirror all that often (that issue is something else) so I was realizing tonight it's the molar next to the bicuspid and it will probably be really evident I have a tooth missing.
Which is sending me into a whole different spiral of shame and self image issues. It's also my fear realized that my laxness in going to the dentist and dental care is what caused this. If only I hadn't been so wilfully irresponsible and lazy and such a selfish slob this wouldn't have happened.
And then I freak out that it's the first thing anyone will notice when I open my mouth and they'll be silently judging me about that. And my weight and the rest of my appearance and everything else.
This is currently why I'm in therapy,
I'm also concerned that I'm not going to be handle the removal tomorrow and will have to move to the next step which is general anesthesia and the doctors (and everyone else) wil think I'm being difficult on puprose and I'm not trying hard enough to be good.
Look into getting an implant, askye.