NYC

A Cheesy Fate

I was told a story a few weeks back about the lengths a girl went to catch a mouse in her apartment. Her roommate had called to let her know that she saw one in their kitchen. After she got off the phone she completely panicked. Immediately, she went online to search for an exterminator and found one that would come the next day. When the exterminator arrived they asked if it was a definite that the mouse would be caught, of course, he could not be certain, but he assured them that he put down the best mouse traps he had. Now I don’t know if the mouse was ever caught, but I do know they paid way too much for someone to come and put down the generic sticky mouse traps you can find in the dollar store. For all that they went through I hope it was caught. 

After hearing her story, I laughed to myself and said I know of a good method they could try themselves if this happens again. I told her mice don’t only like pieces of cheese, peanut butter or whatever else exterminators or stores put on the the traps- they also like Doritos. Not all Doritos, but the nacho cheese ones. How do I know this? Well one day Orande had a $.25 bag on the table, walked away for a few leaving the bag in plain sight and when he came back into the room it was ripped open. The little shit ate his Doritos! So he came up with an idea of how to catch him, he put what was left of that tiny bag of chips onto little traps in certain corners of our apartment to catch him. I thought this was hilarious, but also genius. That little mouse is clever and it taunted me often by only appearing when I was in the house by myself- he had an agenda. But we don’t keep snacks in the house (outside of almonds and fruit) or leave food out, so the one time that bag of Doritos was there, he jumped at the prime snacking opportunity. Little did he know that his greed was going to be his demise. Not long after those chips were laid on the traps, I had went to get something out of a room and heard a squeaking noise but didn’t know what it was. I lifted up a bag full of hats and behind it in the crevice was that tiny mouse stuck on the trap and the Dorito chip was gone- meaning his ass thought he was getting a mid-day snack when he was actually meeting his doom. I screamed and ran into another room, told Orande who went and scooped up the mouse in a bag and got rid of it. 

Moral of the story is, if you ever have a mouse in your house, don’t spend a lot of money on an exterminator or fancy traps- go to the store, get a bag of nacho Doritos (they might be uppity, so stick to the name brand), place it on a cheap sticky trap, and be patient until it decides to go for a cheesy snack. Now what you choose to do with it after, whether let it go outside or the other unfortunate fate is your choice, no judgement here. We also live in NYC, and with old buildings built on older foundations or even new buildings built on old foundations, it happens sporadically. But remember: they are smart, but you hold all the chips (pun intended).

This didn’t even work on Jerry in the cartoons, you really think this is going to work on a city mouse? Get clever.

This didn’t even work on Jerry in the cartoons, you really think this is going to work on a city mouse? Get clever.

Garbage vs. NYC

I love walking long distances. It's the freedom and the ability of movement I enjoy the most, as well as taking in my surroundings.  I didn't want to take a train one Sunday to Whole Foods from my house- if you live or know anything about NYC subways on a weekend, you'd feel the same. So I decided to walk the 13.2 miles. For reference I live in the Bronx and the Whole Foods I went to is on the Upper West Side.  So I packed my book bag and went for it. The day was beautiful, I stopped and took pictures along my journey and of course the people watching was at it's prime (summers in NYC totally bring out the buffoonery in people). 

On my way, I became hyper aware of my surroundings, noticing the black worn in dots on the ground from gum and garbage everywhere. It started driving me crazy. I couldn't walk an inch without stepping over a napkin, a wrapper from some food, a cup, broken glass, etc. My mind started to wonder why anyone would want to live in this? As a business along the street, why would you want all of this garbage that leads into your store or along the path? Is it because we live in NYC and people have become so jaded that no one cares? As if walking to the corner to dump your garbage is a nuisance.  Fed up,  I decided to do something about it and contact the department of sanitation for NYC about the areas. So far I have received no response even after my follow up emails to them, but I'm very persistent and will keep at it.

Even in our apartment building garbage is an issue. There’s chutes on every floor and if what you have is too large, you bring it to the basement and place it in the specified section for the super to take out.  Yet, there's so many people who would rather leave their garbage outside of the chute doors or piled inside of the chute closet instead of opening and dumping it or bringing it to the basement. I'm thankful we don't live near that side of the building where the chute is located, but I feel sorry for who does.

It's sad to know that some people within the  community we live in, won't take care of what's theirs/ours.  Why would anyone want to walk along in trash or have their kids play on dirty sidewalks and parks or even allow it to pile up in their building? When you see people littering, tell them to throw their garbage in the garbage cans, hence the name.  We need to take care of every aspect of ourselves and that especially includes our living spaces.                                                                                                                                                      

Do any of you have similar experiences? If so, what did you or what are are you doing to make a positive impact? Drop a line in the comment section and let me know! 

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If you see a can...put your garbage in it and tell a friend to tell a friend.