Aside from various strange noises which freeze me in tracks, there is not much to report on the rodent situation. Perhaps a “trash update” would be more appropriate. It’s everywhere. Literally. The building’s trash chutes are entirely backed up and trash is spilling out of the chutes and into the trash rooms on each floors. (If you haven’t noticed, I am omitting all telling details about what building I live in because a) I don’t want our real estate values to plummet and b) I enjoy my privacy.) At one point, I suggested that we call the evening news, then I remembered how charming it is when spoiled rich people gather to bitch about something on the eleven o’clock news.
The whole situation reminds me of how every year the NY Times has to publish some scathing expose on how wretched Los Angeles is. It’s always a thinly veiled attempt to justify their own enslavement to brutal winters. Two years ago it was about a major rat infestation in Beverly Hills. I don’t mean to sound like one of those right wing zealots who aims to take on “the liberal media” but I am so thoroughly sick of people at the NY Times expressing shock when they discover more than one person in LA who reads entire novels.
The good news is that my boyfriend gets back tomorrow. So if we have an encounter, maybe he can take a picture of it I can post.