Mouseketeering

Always, Always stick to the plan! This is something I have slowly been learning as the days pass. My plan for this morning was to wake up at 8:30 and leave early for class so I could go to my new favorite coffee shop for some iced coffee and bagel w/ avocado spread. I thought it was a good plan, and I was excited for it. But for some reason, when my alarm went off this morning, I neglected to stick to it. My sleepy mind decided 15 more minutes of sleep would be better than breakfast, and I could always go to Espresso Royale for lunch (which I did, by the way... yum). So back to sleep it was. Big mistake. While I was still ready to go to class early enough for an Espresso stop, again I made a bad decision and putzed (how the hell do you spell that?) around in my room for a few minutes. At approximately 9:05, Sareen (hereby referred to as roomie 1) let out a yelp from the kitchen. It was a funny sound, but had an ominous tone. Leslie (hereby reffered to as roomie #2) inquired as to the reason for the yelp. Roomie #1 informed as that there was a dead mouse in the kitchen. Damn her for always finding dead mice. This is like the fourth one. I thought Tony sent an exterminator... so much for that. Roomie #2 proceeded to freak out and said she wasnt going in the kitchen ever again. Roomie #1 ran to her room and said she wasnt touching it. And so the banter went on, with me listening in from my hiding place, conveniently located smack in the middle of my room. #1 wasnt getting rid of it, #2 wasnt getting rid of it... but both agreed it needed to be taken care asap because it was going to start smelling soon. I thought to myself, maybe if i make a run for it now they wont notice I'm here. Then I realized that wilbur (the mouse) was going to start smelling if we left it. We debated who we could call to take out the mouse, but our options were slim. Evan, Andy and Mike (our valiant heroes who took care of the other rodents) were nowhere to be found, and it was only 9:07 in the morning. At this point, I decided I would do peek at the critter, assess the situation. Another bad decision. I wont subject anyone to the details, that is just cruel. After sufficiently grossing myself out, I ran shaking back to my room. Yes, I was shaking, that is how disturbing the sight was. Nevertheless, with #1 and #2 crying in thier room, I stepped up to the plate, and bravely walked back into the kitchen and got a plastic bag out. Thank you Shaws. I inquired as to how the hell I was supposed to get Wilbur into the bag without looking at him or touching him. #1 said to put on an oven mitt. #2 said I was brave and she would buy me a present. Yea right. As I neared the critter, I noticed a pool of red. It was bleeding. The damn mouse bled on our kitchen floor. It wasn enough that he invaded our home and committed mouse suicide, he had to go and bleed too. Well, I whined that it was bleeding and informed 1 and 2 that I would bag the thing, but there was no way i was mopping up the blood. And so I committed the ultimate act of bravery and disposed of the dead one. Pats on the back for me. It was a trying experience. I was considerably disturbed, and decided the best course of action would be to go to class right then, even if I would be 5 minutes early. #1 cleaned up the blood and I ran out the door. And so I get to mistake numero dos of the day. I arrive at Heywoods class, but alas she does not come. Liz (who sits to my right and has a cute nose ring) said it would be cool if she wasnt here and we could leave. Then, Mr. Overturn (has Heywood calls him) walks in with his huge Afro and tells the techie to leave, he will start the movie because Heywood isnt coming. My little corner turned to Liz in amazement, for her psychic abilities were astounding. But Afro man informs us that Heywood told him to take attendance and play the movie. Excuse me Afro man, are you Heywoods bitch? We all wanted to just leave, but for some reason, no one did. This was the mistake. Had we left, I never would have had my second encounter with dead mice in one day. Stupid movie. The white boy and his little african friend killed a snake and the, whitey thought it would be fun to cut the snake open. Why I kept watching, I do not know. There were two dead mice inside. All the girls averted their eyes, me included. Yet we all kept glancing up too. Why is it that we love to torture ourselves? So I was pleasured with numerous dead mouse sightings, all in the span of an hour. I still can't get the image out of my head. Wilbur is going to haunt my dreams. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Egmont Street, why must you be infested! Thankfully, my time in mouseville will soon be coming to an end. I shouldn't tell prospective subletters about this...