Ouch! It's been a learning day, that's for sure. The mouse trap taught me where to put my thumb when I release the trap part. (NOT where I had put it, for sure.)
Charles, the guy who takes care of the lawn and the AC/plumbing/etc., recommends sticky traps. I don't like them because they don't kill the mouse outright. They just terrify it for however long it takes for you to discover you've caught it. And THEN you have to kill it yourself--with your bare hands. Drowning it in the toilet is horrible for all concerned. Charles says "Just toss it in the dumpster." That, at least would remove it from my sight while it dies. Ugh.
I hate this. I hate that I can't have a cat any more to deal with mice.
I'm learning, too, that unpleasant household tasks like this have to be done with forethought. You can't just march into the hardware store and buy supplies for ridding yourself of mice.
Outside of that, it was a very pleasant day...not too hot, not too rainy, not too fraught on the red line. I did exit the system, however, when I saw the wait time for the next train was increasing by two minutes every 5 minutes or so. Nuts to that.
Almost immediately, I was very lucky to catch a bus going toward the BIG SUNDAY FARMERS MARKET at Dupont. And I read another 10 or so pages in my new library book, then transferred to the yellow line and hoofed it from U St./Cardozo to the market.
Two guys were handing out free soy yogurt. It was no good, but the free coupon book they also provided had only one coupon devoted to soy yogurt, and the rest to the kind made from good old cow's milk.