This is when it sucks not to have a boyfriend.. Cause, right now, I need someone to to my apartment with me and deal with the possible trapped mouse. I DO NOT WANT TO DEAL and I know Lala doesn’t either.. Mother chucker.. I also would kindly ask my beau to use Great Stuff foaming sealant to close any possible holes I might have in my room, kitchen, bathroom and laundry room… Sadly this is something else I need to contend with ce soir. No John Robshaw trunkshow. No Melon’s burger… Lots of screaming and FEE FIE FOE FUMing around the apartment and possibly taking a Xanax to call the eff down.