Ding, Dong...

...the mouse is dead! The exterminator finally came yesterday and laid traps out around our living room. Right as I was heading out the door for work this morning he came back to see if we caught anything--and sure enough, we did! I was too grossed out to even look at it--so I just left. Unfortunately, not before I made several disgusted facial expressions that had the exterminator laughing at me. Ugggghh! So gross! He left a few more traps, just in case there's more--I can't even bare the thought! I'm still trying to feel safe again in our apartment, and I confess that I still tip toe around. I'm hoping that we'll recover from this emotional trauma soon, because I'd rather not be living in a house with mice--and I really don't want to write anything else about them. Oh, and Julianne--I can still remember the smell of that dead mouse that was in your door. It wasn't a pretty one. :) We couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Good memories of 301. No really, the rest were all good!