geez...baby mouse wandering around living room looking confused, like he (she?) couldn't figure out how the hell it got there. I put another glue trap out in what seemed to be its path. Almost immediately I hear it crying! Damn, that was fast! (baby, not smart enough to go AROUND the trap) I can't bear it! I find myself apologizing to this tiny little creature pathetically glued to its doom. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I'm saying... All of a sudden, it's ME wandering around my livingroom confused...trying to figure out what on earth to do? I can't bear its plaintive cries...now I'M the one who's freaked out!
So I l go to try to see if Wayne (my doorman) was downstairs to ask HIM to "deal with" the poor thing. I open the stairwell door and startle one of my neighbors smoking reefer. He starts apologizing to me saying that it's not "appropriate" to be smoking reefer (or anything for that matter now that I think of it...) in the stairwell. I'm saying that "it's okay! it's okay....but that there's a BABY MOUSE on a glue trap crying in my apartment! So this stoned guy comes in and carts the poor thing away...I'm guessing not what he thought he would be doing when getting a buzz on...
