Internet, HELP!!!!! I was in the kitchen just now, procuring myself some cookies for nutritional purposes, and, you know my kitchen, right? Exposed brick, blue wallpaper, presumably vermin-free...that one. But then...something scurried. It was small and dark and rodent-like and it scurried!!! And I don't mind admitting that in the shock of the moment, the moment where you think you are all alone in the house and suddenly you realize, much like in a bad horror movie, you are not alone, I may have shrieked like a little girl. Or like a grown woman who has just confronted wildlife in her kitchen.
Internet, as much as I admittedly love this apartment, it appears that I am getting out just in time. Because this cannot be tolerated.
On the plus side, at least now I know who's been pooping in my frying pans.