My Mouse is Jerry

I don't think I'll ever finish complaining about the things that are wrong with where I'm currently living. First it was the cockroaches- but those are mainly out of sight now, due to my dilligent spraying of insecticide- now it's just the mice. So they've been making a nest inside the couch of the living room, and I've sort of known about it for a while, because I can hear them squeaking, but I just haven't cared up until now.

There's a mouse living inside my room, and it seems to like my closet in particular. It's a good thing I moved all my clothes to a different cupboard a while ago, since I felt the drawers were too close to the floor and I didn't want my clothes there in case I found any mice. See I had a mouse problem last year but I thought mice were sort of a rare occurrence- something you wouldn't have to worry about too often- and OH GOD I WAS SO WRONG. Maybe it's just with the old houses- perhaps if I moved into somewhere newly renovated it'd be a different matter, but at the moment I'm stuck in this place with all its mice.

So this mouse of mine- he only moved into my room in the first place because I like leaving the door to my room open, especially when I'm not in the room. So it has fun going in and out of my room, but then I ended up keeping it outside for a night or two, by shutting my door before it came back into my room. What happened then was that every morning I'd wake up to the sound of it scratching against my door, trying very hard to get back in, and when I'd opened the door I'd see a bunch of wood shavings at the threshold. To rid of this annoyance, I purposely let the mouse in last night- but that was still bad because I still closed the door when I went to sleep, out of habit, and I essentially just found a pile of wood shavings on the other side of the door. I also saw that the mouse was on top of the door knob, trying to fit through the keyhole and trying to move the door knob at the same time. I am sure it is not there due to coincidence, because I cannot imagine a door knob being a fun place for a mouse- sure enough, it fell and plonked onto the carpet about 10 seconds later. That was the moment where I went- holy shit that mouse is intelligent, it's trying to let itself out because it saw me turn the door knob a couple of times.

Anyway my landlord promises he'll do something about the mice, and apparently he's planted rat poison all over the house. I'm not sure I'd fancy finding a dead mouse when I got home, but I certainly want it to stop chewing on my door and waking me up in the morning. I know I could just leave my door open at night so it can come and go as it pleases, but it's so cold at night now.

Ergh life is a mess. Should I find happiness in the fact that my mouse is creepily smart? #day11orsomethinglikethat