House Infested "Mice"

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An essay about my first apartment

Submitted: August 10, 2010

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Mouse Infested House
Growing up you never forget your first place and all the quirks that come with it, like the plumbing of an extremely old house. Living alone at eighteen was the first and only time where I had no one to rely on but myself.  I only lived alone for 6 months, but I will never forget the experience. Looking back on it now, it all seems so humorous, but at the time it was a challenging new situation that helped me grow into who I am today.
Since I spent most of my life in Pueblo, Colorado, I decided to stay near home when renting my first apartment. I found a tall old yellow brick house; it was two stories high and probably built in the early 1900’s. I fell in love with the apartment at first sight since I have always loved houses with history, and this one was perfect for me. The apartment was frightening as well as intriguing to me and even came with a creepy abandoned house right next door  that I  knew I had to explore. Because of my love for old houses, I knew this one was perfect so I quickly I contacted the landlord Bob. By nightfall I was proud to be the tenant of my own apartment, and I had the whole top floor to myself for only five hundred dollars a month.
The apartment was run down and beat up, it needed paint, and it was clear the tenets before me never kept it clean. The walls and the floor were covered in dirt and other various marks that weren’t identifiable. I even found drug paraphernalia in one of the closets, a stash of pills and empty bottles of prescription cough syrup making me think the previous tenants were not only slobs but likely had drug problems.  It was clear to me I needed to thoroughly clean everything and even repaint every wall.  I started in the kitchen going with light yellow because it fit the place perfectly. The living room and hallways I made light blue, the bathroom mauve, and my bedroom green. Amazingly I finished all of the painting within the first week, and I really felt like the place was my home. By the time I was done I had breathed such  new life into the apartment,  it felt like it had a whole different atmosphere. The apartment was mine and it was exactly the way I wanted it and I was delighted.
Despite that fact that I was now in love with my new apartment, it did not seem to love me back. The first major problem I encountered was the plumbing. I had never lived in a house that old and was oblivious to the proper way to care for it. It turns out, if I had only put water down the ancient and fragile pipes I would have been all right, however that was a lesson I learned too late. One Saturday morning I walked into to a flooded bathroom, the toilet had overflowed, and there was disgusting brown standing water in the bathtub.  Frantically I called Bob; thinking this couldn’t possibly be my fault. Bob arrived quickly with a plumber by his side. Right away it was clear something was clogging the pipes. The plumber took out his pipe snake, which is like a long metal cable that he fed deep down into the pipe with a camera on the end so we could see what the problem is.
“We call these mice in the industry” the plumber said. At that point in time I had absolutely no idea what the plumber was talking about.“See they look white, with tails on the end.”
 Immediately I thought to myself, “Oh god no, please say it’s not the tampons I was flushing down the toilet last week!” While I sat there embarrassed and horrified he pulled up the first mouse and sure enough it was one of my tampons.
“There are about five more of these down there; Is this yours?” Bob asked, not necessarily mad but annoyed.
“Um,” I hesitated trying to think of an excuse. “Yes...” I said with my face as red as it has ever been.
Needless to say it was one of the most mortifying experiences I’ve ever had, having two men staring at me in disappointment as they were holding up my used tampons which had caused a flood in my apartment. After that the meetings with Bob were always a bit awkward for me.
 


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