so, i’m currently living in a bungalow overrun with mice. and it all started out so good… when my 3 roommates and I moved into this bungalow in east vancouver, we couldn’t really believe our luck. giant deck, fireplace, wall-to-wall windows with a view, hardwood floors, hardwood CEILINGS, across the street from a park. basically, your student dream house.  but it’s all gone down-hill from there. the problems began with two break-ins, resulting in two stolen laptops. then, we got silver spray-paint on the deck when we were decorating our robot-helmets for our daft punk hallowe’en costumes. birds kept flying in to the windows and getting stunned, even though my roommates and I cut out bird silhouettes from ads in rolling stone. the fireplace leaks gas. the floors get scratched, and there are now signs with coyote warnings posted all around the park.  but it’s the mice that have truly defeated us. they’ve gained territory. my room-mates, a couple, who were living in the basement, have now moved their mattress into the aforementioned windowed room. the mice have made their presence known, crawling all over my desk, waking us up at five in the morning, eating our food. the war is over. they won. we’re leaving. we’re out. we surrender. and it only took them 5 months.  goodbye, house.