Jumping on the trend of posting about infestations.
Had mice last year, and didn't begrudge them their presence that much: if you live in Amsterdam, let alone right in the centre of Amsterdam, you almost definitely are going to have mice at some point. I live on a tiny alleyway, and on the other side of the alleyway was a building site for the best part of a year. So it was kind of unavoidable.
But now they're back. One showed it's face scuttling across the floor of my disgusting bedsit only yesterday. The vexing thing about this is that I'm in the process of buying the place, and only the day before had a taxateur visit to put a semi-official value on the place. I wsa trying my hardest to chip this number down by casually mentioning all the work I want to do once I own the place - "ah yes, it would be nice to get these three broken windows fixed" / "I can't wait to have a bathroom floor that doesn't flood in one corner when I have a shower" / "it'd be nice to rip out this kitchen so foul and old that you can scrub it all day and it will never look clean" - and it really would have been nice to mention the mice also.
Anyway.
Humane traps are pointless for two reasons: they don't catch the mice, and once they do there isn't really anywhere around here I can reasonably let them go. Behind KFC? Inhumane traps are bullshit as well, and nearly always result in one having to euthanize (or, more realistically, dysthanize) some poor bastard that's just had it's spine or back legs snapped. But I should probably do something about it before the twat upstairs takes a break from telling me how he's friends with Kool Keith to harangue me about how it is interfering with his AirBnB empire, as if the presence of mice is entirely my fault. Of course, the correct response would be "get to fuck, stop playing an active part in the slow destruction of Amsterdam with your bullshit, and then get to fuck again", but that wouldn't be very neighbourly.
So what I need to do is find someone with a housecat I can borrow for a couple of days.
Had mice last year, and didn't begrudge them their presence that much: if you live in Amsterdam, let alone right in the centre of Amsterdam, you almost definitely are going to have mice at some point. I live on a tiny alleyway, and on the other side of the alleyway was a building site for the best part of a year. So it was kind of unavoidable.
But now they're back. One showed it's face scuttling across the floor of my disgusting bedsit only yesterday. The vexing thing about this is that I'm in the process of buying the place, and only the day before had a taxateur visit to put a semi-official value on the place. I wsa trying my hardest to chip this number down by casually mentioning all the work I want to do once I own the place - "ah yes, it would be nice to get these three broken windows fixed" / "I can't wait to have a bathroom floor that doesn't flood in one corner when I have a shower" / "it'd be nice to rip out this kitchen so foul and old that you can scrub it all day and it will never look clean" - and it really would have been nice to mention the mice also.
Anyway.
Humane traps are pointless for two reasons: they don't catch the mice, and once they do there isn't really anywhere around here I can reasonably let them go. Behind KFC? Inhumane traps are bullshit as well, and nearly always result in one having to euthanize (or, more realistically, dysthanize) some poor bastard that's just had it's spine or back legs snapped. But I should probably do something about it before the twat upstairs takes a break from telling me how he's friends with Kool Keith to harangue me about how it is interfering with his AirBnB empire, as if the presence of mice is entirely my fault. Of course, the correct response would be "get to fuck, stop playing an active part in the slow destruction of Amsterdam with your bullshit, and then get to fuck again", but that wouldn't be very neighbourly.
So what I need to do is find someone with a housecat I can borrow for a couple of days.
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