My apartment bulding apparently has alot of mice in them right now, including mine…
Wonderful.
This is the lamest fucking rant I have ever seen.
I don’t know where you come from, but this is the SDMB, son. We set a different standard here.
Rants require backstory. They need detailed expository explanations to whet the appetite of the reader and preper him for the dastardly eeeeevil of the upcoming subject matter. Creative and preferably alliterative invective involving the juxtaposition of sexual acts, bodily fluids and large rodents are particularly common.
Finally, a rant requires a conclusion, if only to state an epiphany, a declaration of intent to rectify the situation, a declaration of piss-offedness at an otherwise un-rectifiable situation, or a solicitation of advice.
Ergo, I regret that I must give this rant a grade of 0.3 out of a possible ten points. You got 0.2 points for spelling your name correctly, which is not difficult since the software does it for you, and 0.1 points for capitalizing the first word in your only sentence.
:rolleyes:
What’s wrong with mice? It’s not like your couch is infected with thousands of cockroaches, it’s just a couple of mice.
Don’t make rolly-eyes at me.
Last person who made rolly-eyes at me saw me kill him.
I know.
It’s just very creepy for me.
So tell us about it man! This is The Pit. The meek inherit nothing but disrespect here!
SDMB expiriment #9,323,233:
If I make squeaking noises, will SmileyDeath suddenly jump on a couch, chair, or other high object?
Damn, ran out of grant money. Anyone here willing to give me a couple of million dollars to try the expiriment?
friedo: just wanted to say your post was beautifully put. It was a lame rant. He could have at least mentioned sprinkling haberno pepper into the paper cuts of festering testicles. 
I think th OP should be awarded 2 points for a “fucking mouse”. I was expecting to see more about the fucking part.:eek:
Me too!!!
We have a mouse in our kitchen - I think it lives down the back of the gas stove - at least that is where it runs to when I stumble in of a morning. I don’t particularly want to kill it - not least because then I will have to dispose of the body in a vat of acid and the neighbours will ask questions - but I am fed up with not being able to leave half-eaten food lying around and not being able to pick up where I left off in the morning.
I saw a programme on TV the other day where a couple tried to get rid of mice from a house by meditating and sending the mouse positive vibes and then telling it that there was a much nicer place to stay over in the barn… I have told my mouse to F**k off and get out of my kitchen, bit so far it hasn’t picked up on my vibes.
Anyone know of any good non-lethal ways of rodent removal?
Anyone willing to travel to Tooting to kill a mouse?
Anyone got a cat they can lend me?
Grim
[sup]P.S. Don’t lend us the cat - my wife will never give it back!![/sup]
I’ve got a boo-boo on my arm.
Mice…them’s good eatin’…
Not to make fun of anyone, but this is a good misplaced modifier.
:smack: So it wasn’t a rant, but a brag.
We had mice once a long time ago, and it nearly drove my cat insane. They would stay up in the corner of the shower where there was a small ledge beneath some ductwork, and he couldn’t manage to get his fat ass up there. So they’d sit there and stare at him, and he’d sit in the shower looking up toward the shower head desperately trying to figure out how to get ahold of them.
Before we realized it was mice, we thought the cat had just gone completely fucking bonkers because he’d sit in the shower for hours staring at the shower head. We wondered what it was about a showerhead that could hold a cat’s attention for that long every day, and then we got our answer. The mice were hanging out up there and he knew it. I think he was both relieved and dismayed that the mouse traps did their job. He looked quite embarassed when their lifeless bodies were removed from their hiding place. Poor cat seemed to feel he hadn’t done his job.
Smiley, don’t make rolleyes at Friedo–he’s right. The Pit isn’t just for complaining. It’s for complaining in style. I, personally, come here to read the often fantastic writing, the creative imagery, the novel invective. When you post a rant here, you’re competing with things like the Prehensile Rectum Thread–august company indeed, and that sort of thing should be something for you to strive for. I’m sure we’d all be willing to give you allowances for your inexperience in this area, but some effort is required.
Is there a story here? How did you find out about the mouse? Describe your feelings on first seeing it’s verminous little face, tell us just how your cretinous landlord informed you that mice were a problem in the building–or did he try to conceal it, insisting the building was utterly without a single specimen of mus musculus as several casually strolled across his desk? Tell us what you’re going to do to the nasty little rodent once you get your hands on it, let us accompany you on your trip to the Humane Society to adopt three dozen cats, anything!
Put some effort into it. The more you put into it, the more you’ll get out of it, if only in improved writing skills, something that’s highly valued on this board and more useful in daily life than one might think.
I’m not going to do jack shit know that you’ve sniff hurt my feeling’s.
Make sure not to give him a cookie…