My landlord came today and poked around under my sink. Eventually after some disassembling he found a mouse that had passed. Now while this was an awful, ew I have rodents in my apartment type realization. It was also good. Not in that it was a dead mouse, nor that the problem was found. No it was good because my landlord found it. He seems to believe that I make up things like bugs or leaky walls for shits and giggles. It takes him quite a while to come over usually and then he’s incredulous at accepting my claims. “What? Bugs, in a basement apartment. We never had that problem” “What water in the walls causing the paint to bubble and burst outwards? Preposterous!”
No, shit happens and in this case you were there. You best accept that if I call you up and say. I think I have a mouse problem, your ass should be getting over here or calling an exterminator.
