Never Eating There Again

I don't consider myself a picky eater. Unless it's something I'm allergic to or it's Chinese food I'll probably happily eat it with no problems.

I am so sick of eating rice nearly every day.

I love what my parents would call "white" food and I love eating out at "white" restaurants. The idea of a cream based soup is completely foreign to Asian restaurants much to my dismay and I'm too lazy to eat around bone or pick away fat and skin. So when even I refuse to eat at a "white" restaurant anymore, you know there are some serious issues with the establishment.

Such an example would be the restaurant some friends and I went to for lunch over the weekend. It's a fairly well known diner and supposedly one of the best nearby campus. I ate there once and wasn't impressed but I was willing to give it a second chance. Maybe they had an off day or something.

Still the least impressive club sandwich I've ever had though.

It being cold and windy I felt like a bowl of soup. They had two specials that day. Some boring chicken, lentil and bacon soup AND (I kid you not), a pumpkin pie soup with whipped cream.

Pumpkin pie soup with whipped cream.

Are you kidding me.

What maniac would make this soup? What kind of an idiot would order this?

Obviously, I did. Why? Because why not, that's why.

Yes Damian, yes you are.

Anyways, eventually my soup and salad arrive and I have to say that I'm still apprehensive. The whipped cream was nice, I mean how can you screw up whipped cream?

And then I get to the soup.

Have you ever had a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks? Well, imagine it to be thicker, with inconsistent salty and/or very cinnamon heavy sections and that was pretty much what my soup tasted like. I don't think I've ever had a soup that unappetizing.

Oh, and my tabbouleh salad wasn't that great either, I just ate all the tomatoes and left the rest.

I felt like Byran for the rest of the day for some reason too.

I asked around and apparently the restaurant used to be really good but that was before the original owner sold the place. But that's not my problem, I'm avoiding the place from now on at all costs. Pumpkin pie soup... seriously...

Oh god it's everywhere

Quick note before I start today's post. I haven't been reported (yet) but there was a reader who was offended by any use of profanity. She/he also claimed that the Google bots would eventually crack down on me. I argued with him/her for about half a week and the messages began to have the tone of "change it or I'm reporting you". I was getting sick of talking with them so I just gave in and complied.

I hope you're happy now.

Anyways, today's post is about a problem my household has been having for a number of years and that is mice seem to keep finding a way in. Our home is not an old or rundown house by any means, it was build the year I was born and my family is OCD when it comes to cleanliness. But that doesn't stop the mice from coming in and inhabiting the basement. Maybe there's a hole in the garage that allows them in but we haven't found it despite doing a complete clean up.

Dad insists on catching them alive and releasing them in a field several kilometers away so we doubt it's the same mouse over and over. I think he purposely made sure that a grocery store was nearby in hopes that they would run there and infest them instead of potentially coming back to us.

Oh Safeway, what won't you have next.

Like most people my age I live in the basement but the storage room is far from my bedroom so I wasn't afraid of a rodent scurrying in and hiding in my closet. That changed a few weeks ago when I was brushing my teeth and noticed mouse dropping all around my sink. I got rid of it and a few days later, more droppings. This continued for about 2 weeks and it started to really bother me.

Now, we caught and released a mouse a long time ago and even if there was one around there was no way or reason for it run around and poop on my sink repeatedly. I mean, if it liked eating toothpaste I guess but I don't know many creatures that enjoy doing that.

Or maybe they're just jerks.

Dad came to the conclusion that maybe the droppings were falling from the ceiling. So we removed a panel to take a look.

And there were mouse droppings.

Everywhere.

Just, everywhere.

We vacuumed them up but then I realized something. The mice probably had a way to travel across every part of the ceiling. And if so, they probably have been on the ceiling panels in my bedroom. I may have been sleeping with poop above my head for months.

Unlike this guy, I actually mind.

But I don't think there's anything I can really do about that. I don't want to risk tons of mouse crap falling all over my bed and beloved computer. I think I'll just pretend like they don't exist, and the problem will go away once I move out.

Yeah, that's a good plan. Absolutely brilliant.