So living in New York, you have the typical rude inhabitants — the guy who take up three seats on the subway, bike messengers zooming down sideways, the surly waitroid at the corner diner. And that’s just the humans.
Everyone living in the city, whether on Central Park West or Avenue D, has to deal with vermin. If you’re lucky it’s just the occasional mouse or summer ant parade. But if you live anywhere near a restaurant — and who doesn’t — there’s bound to be roaches and rats nearby.
I’ve been pretty fortunate given the fact that I live above a caterer and bar/cafe. But we do have mouse issues every one in awhile.
To counteract them, the previous tenant employed technology, the Black and Decker rodent sonic repellent to be precise. It makes a high.jpgtched beeping sound, and has a soothing blue light, but it doesn’t seem to faze the mice. A number of studies have shown the devices to be mostly worthless, simply annoying to the mice, not repellent. The Federal Trade Commission has even started a case against one company for making far-fetched claims about the efficacy of their sonic pest repellent.
I, on the other hand, have decided to go low tech: I got a cat.
A kitten to be more precise. A really cute little black kitten. I named him Mole Negro, after my favorite Mexican sauce.
It’s too early to tell if he’s worth all the catfood, torn furniture, and litter cleanup. But he’s a menace to his cat toys and quite a bounder, so I think he’s got the makings of a good mouser.
Anyway, he’s cute as all get out and fun to have around. Now I just have to get him to stop running across the keyboardq;wjq2345n;vadiouasdf