Well it looks like I have a little something to be thankful for, at least for now. So my neighbor is a pretty friendly guy and always likes to make small talk whenever he gets the chance. Literally, any chance that this man has he runs over to strike up a conversation. I never really have been good at making small talk with strangers and to be honest I really don’t like it. I might sound like an ass but if I have gotten this far in my life without ever meeting you then I really don’t have any interest in doing so. Unless you’re a beautiful female of course, then I am all ears.
At Least I’m Not Him
So if you recall, I am in the market for a new roof and I have not exactly been thrilled about it but I have come to accept that it needs to happen and I have gotten over the fact that a couple months of my past boozing could have paid for the stupid thing.
Alright let’s get back on topic.
My lovely neighbor happened to notice that gutter guy on my roof a week or so back and was curious if I had come across the same misfortune as he had. I of course had no idea what he was talking about and he proceeds to tell me that he found mice in his attic.
Alright, I can handle a tear in a roof or a gutter or two falling apart but mice??? Nope.
I have never really done well with any kind of little critters or creatures and if it isn’t a dog, I probably want nothing to do with it. So I immediately start drilling the guy about the situation and apparently this dude literally has an infestation of mice up in his attic and probably throughout the walls of his entire house.
Could you imagine that? How creepy of a feeling is it thinking about sleeping so peacefully at night and your entire house is being taken over by some varmints making themselves right at home when you least expect it and are defenseless. Jesus this is giving me the creeps just typing this out. Could anything feel more violating than this? Maybe a robber or some other stranger rummaging through your stuff. That would probably be a little bit more violating.
But mice would be a close second for me. I don’t know what the hell I would do if I woke up and found mice in my house. I would lose my mind. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I don’t think there is anyway I could stay a night in my house if I knew I had MICE CRAWLING IN MY WALLS.
Back to Feeling Alright
So I have noticed that the tone of this has been pretty negative and I have been complaining a lot and even though I feel absolutely horrible for saying this; my neighbor getting these mice really have lifted my spirits. A little tear in my roof is a breeze compared to this. I think you’d see a “for sale” sign in front of my house before I slept one night in a house being taken over by mice.