In my Nutella post I eluded to a Hershey's 5th Avenue bar and a mouse incident. Here's how this situation went, and it's best I start from the beginning to get the full scope on why this was the be all/end all of my remaining in that residence.
One day a few years ago I was living with my cousin. I moved from there and in with my friends cousin because she needed a roommate and I would have done anything to get away from living with "family" and all the drama that had resulted. This woman was a little over 50. We had met with my friend, went to lunch and got to know each other. She claimed that she was always to herself and was rarely home because she had a sick elderly mother and she stayed over there to help her since she refused to stay at her daughters house. Basically, I would have an entire house to myself most of the time and when she was home I would barely notice. Well, I asked a few cross checking questions because I have heard this rip before and normally people consider me standoffish because I am true to the definition of being to myself and they say it but don't mean it. I was reassured and all was well.
So then, I move in to her house and the first day went fine. I went to bed and when I clicked the lights out and turned everything off I heard it. A scratching behind the wall. I sent her a text wondering if she heard scratching but she insisted it was nothing and she didn't hear it. The scratching was loud, really loud, but I popped ear buds in my ear, turned on some Britney Spears, and went to sleep. The next day was uneventful but when I went to bed I heard the scratching again but the lady thought I was crazy. 2 weeks later we were having a conversation because she didn't like that I was so quiet and barely wanting to talk. I was like um, excuse me, didn't I tell you before I moved in that I was extremely quiet and you were okay with it because you would never be home? Then to top it off she was always home and started bringing her mother to her house as opposed to going over there which was opposite of what I was told when I was moving in. She was in her 50's and I had nothing to talk to her about because she was like a deacon in Church or something; deeply religious. What were we going to talk about? The Bible? Read my other blog to get an idea of why that would not ever happen. Anyhow, while she was bitching I saw an impossibly large mouse come out from under the couch. I screeched and jumped up and it ran back under the couch. She didn't believe me when I said I saw a mouse.
I guess after a while she had no choice but to put out traps. She didn't just use traps but peanut butter as well. It didn't work because I never heard the sick but satisfying snap that I so desperately wanted to hear. After a couple days I forgot about it. My then boyfriend purchased a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Gardenias, one of my favorites, second behind roses. I put the flowers on my table and went downstairs to get something to drink. I came back, snapped on my tv and relaxed across my bed to watch because she didn't like me watching downstairs on account I wasn't chatty and I wanted to be far away from her because she was starting to get creepy (listening to my phone conversations outside my closed bedroom door and then bitching at me over the content of the conversations and then justifying why she was listening to my conversations).
While I was watching tv I kept hearing a weird rustling of plastic but I had my fan on so I thought that was it. Something drew my eyesight over to the flowers and while I was looking at them I saw something white and furry mingling in them. I about screamed bloody murder and hightailed it downstairs. Thankfully the lady was gone and so I called my boyfriend and told him what was going on and that I needed mouse removal. He understood my deep hatred of any insects, vermin and the such but he was at work and it would take a while for him to get there. I was watching tv downstairs when the lady came home and she had an attitude about my not being indisposed upstairs in my dungeon aka living quarters so she complained at me over watching tv in the living room until I decided to go upstairs. I entered ever so quietly to see if I could see the mouse and it was gone out of my room.
My boyfriend got there and he couldn't find the mouse so we went out to eat. I had a 5th Avenue Hershey's bar on my bed and when I came back I saw it. The bar had crumbs all over my bed! I was freaked out and when my boyfriend picked the bar up to inspect it he discovered that there were teeth marks on that bar. The mouse had bitten into the bar and sucked all the moisture out which is why it was so crumbly. The main ingredient, besides chocolate, in a 5th Avenue bar is peanut butter. I was completely through with the situation. The woman was rude, she had no sense of privacy, she constantly wanted me to chat with her even though I was 30 years younger than her and we had nothing in common, I told her that there was something scratching behind the walls for weeks and she ignored it and now he who scratches beyond the wall had scampered out and had drained the peanut butter from my candy bar. That was the last straw.
A week prior I had been speaking to someone who lived around the corner from her about renting a room he was advertising on Craigslist. I had met him and the other roommates and they were all cool. I had enough money for the first months rent and the down payment and so I called and asked if I could move a few days early. After I told him the extent of everything that was going on he 100% agreed that it was time for me to get out of that house and I was granted permission to move that night. Me and my boyfriend packed up everything I had in the matter of a few hours and was out of there before she came home. My last parting (and cathartic) shot was locking her door completely. See, she always said to never lock the top lock of the front door because she wouldn't be able to get in and she would have to call a locksmith to unlock the door. If I did it she would have to charge me the money it would take to unlock the door. Well, I was so annoyed and just didn't care anymore so I left her key on the dining room table, locked the door completely and left out the back, locking the door. I know, I know, very childish indeed but I was so annoyed that after only 2 weeks this woman was being such a nightmare and trying to give me notices to move even though I paid my rent as well as continuously saying that the move was only supposed to be temporary which is bullshit because she kept telling me about how I could stay there for as long as I wanted and her last tenant stayed three years. She basically did the complete antithesis of what she told me and it ticked me off.
Never the less, the new residence was awesome, the roommates were nice (until 2 and a half years later when I found out I was pregnant but that's another post on another night) and the location was decent for public transportation to work. I ended up very happy; not so sure what happened to the lady and the mouse but overall I really didn't care. I was just glad to be gone.
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