OMG. MICKEY MOUSE IS IN MY HOUSE! A HoRRoR Story!

Two am...I finally felt sleepy! I shut off the lights in my room and started to drift away when.. Bam! Crash! Bark! Bark! What the heck is going on in my quiet little room?

My sweet little Shih Tzu suddenly became vicious Cujo..as she leaped off the bed teeth barred and snarling , she charged my video tapes piled up on the floor. Now I know some of my movies are straight up boring and some flat out stupid but really now! I turned the lights back on and saw my sweet darling rushing through the tapes to get under my desk. .growling and snarling, body stiff and alert and I began to get scared. What is she doing?

 It was then I noticed a hole in my screen sliding door that was open to allow the mild summer air come through to my room. .OMG! Something chewed through it! I grabbed a spray bottle full of Gardenia perfume ( hey..it was the closest weapon I could find. I was now screaming at my Cujo to back away fearing that whatever it was it would tear her to shreds and I'd be scarred for life...I finally calmed her down but she refused to leave that very spot behind my tapes underneath my desk.

That's when it dawned on me ( duh..it was 2 am) that my night visitor had to be that mouse/ rat thing that kept evading the exterminator and camped out either in my boiler closet( outside) or my brand new BBQ grill.. Needless to say...we don't BBQ since " Mickey Ratatouille moved in!

Now, I wasn't as much scared at this revelation as I was angry. Not at the mouse rat...but at this luxury apt. management, or lack of. We had rat/ mice in the ceiling, one big fat gray one, who also really liked the BBQ condo and 2-3 running through the front porch to get to grass. This had gone way too far now, chewing its way through to my bedroom? What nerve!

The exterminator, Horace, assured me his fashionable mouse houses would kill all vermin slowly and no more problems. He then proceeded to assure me that everyone had this problem. Everyone???? I lived up in the hills in a house that was completely secluded and not one mouse/ rat. We had snakes.. beetles as big as Volkswagen's and, yes, even a bear once...no mouse/ rats.

I lived in the " bad" side of town in N.Hollyhood...no mice/ rats.. we did however live with the same visitors as " Joe's Apt" except they never sang...that I know of, and a few human vermin.

So management doesn't seem to be concerned that Mickey Ratatouille is terrorizing my dog, me, my poor children and ..ready for this...my 5 cats. They also ran for my desk and each one came out looking worn and defeated. What kind of rodent was this thing? Bionic? On steroids? From New York City? So, we, the humans, paying way too much to share our apt with a terrorist, were now banned from my porches, front and back, my grill, My Room and our lives!

More rodent house more rehearsed speeches on how Everyone goes through this here in Moorpark and more long sleepless nights wondering where and when Ben was going to strike. When I did doze, I had visions of waking to this thing sitting on my chest ready to bite off my nose! This had to stop.

I pleaded with management that this new rodent "treatment" was horribly offensive and not working so please do something else. They calmly assured me all will be fine...soon. I was exasperated!

My two children and I slept in the living room with my 5 useless felines and one Cujo that now has PTSD. We lost sleep...patience...and started losing our minds. I was trapped in my own expensive apt from hell. Even if this were to end...when would it start up again?

 Could these invaders be because our dumpsters are always overflowing...for days sometimes...or maybe its this Horace who clearly does not know what he's  doing and his treatment to eliminate is useless.. Maybe we should just wait until one of us, my poor challenged child included, winds up with a vicious bite and some Bubonic plague sickness.

So our extravagant rent gets paid.. our trash bill gets paid( even though it appears the truck rarely comes) and mom and her children, cats and dog all sleep in the living room.

*I wonder...does Everybody go through THIS too!!!

One positive thing to come from this...it sure has brought our little family a lot closer ..closer to insanity! And Mickey Ratatouille continues to hide somewhere in my bedroom unknown to Horace, my 5 cats, a now vicious dog, a mom and her two kids and the entire management company.

* You gotta hand it to this terrorist rat mouse...he's good!   Namaste!

****Update: NEWS FLASH: Since this horror story was written...Mickey Ratatouille was found swimming with the fishes: well, actually, at the bottom of my bathtub that I filled with expensive bath oil to calm my nerves. I guess it worked!