In my shirt drawer to be more specific. Lots and LOTS of pathetic girly screaming ensued. After the disposal of said nasty creature, Christa, my roomie, recounted a tale of how she once discovered a mouse scampering about her head and in her hair. I felt a little bit better about my roach ordeal knowing that, had I been in Christa's situation, I would have died. I honestly believe this is no exaggeration. My abhorrence of all things rodent is pretty severe.
I made the mistake of telling Christa of this detestation and then followed up the statement with an introduction to the nutria, of which they have none in that faraway land of New Jersey. Christa thought they were cute. Cute! of all things! Yes, I told her about the nutrias' tendency to be big, overgrown rats and have hideoderous orange buckteeth. She even looked up a picture of one. And she pronounced it cute. Christa is a lover of ALL animals. Forgive her. Anywho, after this conversation with her, I woke up one morning last quarter to find a picture of a nutria taped to my desk. I had a very quick, silent panic attack and literally thought who would do something so cruel to me? Then I saw a speech bubble proceeding from the nutria's mouth. It said Don't hate me. And I knew who did it. Christa, my freaky-animal loving roommate.
Oh, and the animals are freaky, not Christa : )
Arielle
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I would now immediatly proceed to roll your containers of clothes, and not just yours, to the outside stairwell and vigorously shake each and every articial of clothing out, inside out, right side down, sideways curved, and any other position you can think to shake it. Then wipe out the containers with some sort of germ killer. Just to be on the safe side.
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