so long Arilysses.

excitement...
in my apartment, i live on the opposite wall of the trash room. (i know awesome right?) anyway, our first week here we had some guests, cockroaches. one of my roommates dad is an exterminator and gave us extra strength killing stuff. so we got rid of the cockroaches and adopted a mouse. cute,fuzzy,little and gray, he was our little alien house pet. one roommate cried at the sight of him, but otherwise he was pretty well accepted.
tonight, as i was getting ready to blog i could hear him scurrying under my bed. i just assumed he would go away but he was making quite a bit of noise for his usual routine, so i was thinking it was not him. some freak large mutated rat was lurking under my bed waiting for me to jump down just so he could nibble my leg off. i called to my roommates and one came to my rescue. One out of 5. haha. she said that she thought he was in an almost empty bag of chips. she picked up the bag and there he was, peering at her. scared shitless. we all screamed and jumped and thought he got out of the bag so we all ran different ways to avoid the gnawing, composed ourselves and came up with a plan.
we decided he could no longer live in our home so we decided to let him free. four of us trekked through the hallways catering to this bag of cool ranch flavored munchies, found ourselves outside, (no coats mind you, to excited to grab one) and were walking. then im cold, and a wave of guilt hits me like a tidal wave. if im cold now, how will he feel? he isn't an outside mouse, he has been inside his whole life. he doesn't know the rules of the wilderness, hes better off living with us in fear of someone stepping on him rather than the streets of philly. lets just say i had a hamlet moment (to be or not to be, to kill myself or dream){{haha im dramatic}} and felt terrible, for i was the reason he was discovered. if only i had not let my thoughts wander to the fact that there was a leg eating rat under my bed, he would still be in the comforts of my empty chip bag. so i eventually lost the battle of convincing my roomies to turn around and let him move back in but he is not wandering the sewers of philly or the subways which is fine by me, but i can't really tell you the whereabouts of my little friend, for i feel it could get me into some hot water. so farewell to arilysses, i hope you find your way to the classic literature section.