In our ~130 yr old brownstone in urban Boston, an occasional mouse passing through is common, esp in fall when it gets colder out. They don't get to stay (snap-traps are your friend), but don't cause ZOMG-ness. The story of the Christmas Mouse has in fact passed into family folklore. It wandered blithely out IN THE MIDDLE OF CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER and sat blinking in the center of the floor. My husband lobbed a champagne cork at it, whereupon it vanished under the dishwasher, never to be seen again (including in the traps we diligently placed for weeks afterward).
We've never had a roach. And a good thing, too. I'm with kalmn on the "house flambe'" school of roach management. Can't stand them, viscerally. Perhaps because they scuttle? [wanders off, shuddering...]
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Date: 2008-08-18 04:27 pm (UTC)We've never had a roach. And a good thing, too. I'm with kalmn on the "house flambe'" school of roach management. Can't stand them, viscerally. Perhaps because they scuttle? [wanders off, shuddering...]