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On another note...
Aug. 17th, 2004 12:44 amI've had it.
Today, when I came home from work, I noticed a bright yellow paper stuck to my neighbours' door, with a had-written sign in French: "François: ATTENTION!" ("BE CAREFUL!") This naturally caught my attention. In addition to this there was a strange, powdery-but-almost-liquid white substance covering my mailbox and most of the landing in front of my door.
I thought for a moment that someone had painted or something, and that they had accidentally sprayed my door. Not the case. See, there's a big ol' wasp's nest *in* the wall (it's a brick wall, and there's a hole in the mortar) between my apartment and the neighbours', and so the neighbours, in their infinite wisdom, decided to spray the bejeezus out of of it with this white stuff to get rid of the wasps.
A closer look on my part revealed dozens of little wasp corpses littering my front entrance. Worse, there were about half a dozen very live wasps flying confusedly around what was once the entrance to their nest, trying to get in and being repelled by whatever that white gook was. I slipped indoors.
Ten minutes later I had to leave again. This time, the situation was far grimmer than I had left it. There was a HUGE FREAKING SWARM of wasps above my door. There were at least twenty, if not more, flying above my head, trying to get into the nest. I was very, very unthrilled, and went to my parents' for dinner until they went away. As far as I can tell they're gone now, but goodness only knows where they've gone to.
Did I mention we have mice in the building? Oh, yessiree Bob, we do. I've never seen them because, well, you know, I have four cats. Seems mice don't like coming around here for some odd reason. ^_- But I heard from my downstairs neighbour that she's had mice for about five or six months now, and that the Idiot!Landlord hasn't done a thing about them in spite of repeated requests. And this is the girlfriend of the landlord's nephew too, so if *she* can't get work done on her place, then I think we're all screwed.
Mice in the place would explain all the freaking electrical problems we're having.
Anyway, so between the mice, the wasps, and the drugs being sold out the back door, I want OUT of this place.
I'm looking into moving out ASAP.
More on this riveting subject tomorrow, as it is REALLY late right now, and I have to go to bed.
Today, when I came home from work, I noticed a bright yellow paper stuck to my neighbours' door, with a had-written sign in French: "François: ATTENTION!" ("BE CAREFUL!") This naturally caught my attention. In addition to this there was a strange, powdery-but-almost-liquid white substance covering my mailbox and most of the landing in front of my door.
I thought for a moment that someone had painted or something, and that they had accidentally sprayed my door. Not the case. See, there's a big ol' wasp's nest *in* the wall (it's a brick wall, and there's a hole in the mortar) between my apartment and the neighbours', and so the neighbours, in their infinite wisdom, decided to spray the bejeezus out of of it with this white stuff to get rid of the wasps.
A closer look on my part revealed dozens of little wasp corpses littering my front entrance. Worse, there were about half a dozen very live wasps flying confusedly around what was once the entrance to their nest, trying to get in and being repelled by whatever that white gook was. I slipped indoors.
Ten minutes later I had to leave again. This time, the situation was far grimmer than I had left it. There was a HUGE FREAKING SWARM of wasps above my door. There were at least twenty, if not more, flying above my head, trying to get into the nest. I was very, very unthrilled, and went to my parents' for dinner until they went away. As far as I can tell they're gone now, but goodness only knows where they've gone to.
Did I mention we have mice in the building? Oh, yessiree Bob, we do. I've never seen them because, well, you know, I have four cats. Seems mice don't like coming around here for some odd reason. ^_- But I heard from my downstairs neighbour that she's had mice for about five or six months now, and that the Idiot!Landlord hasn't done a thing about them in spite of repeated requests. And this is the girlfriend of the landlord's nephew too, so if *she* can't get work done on her place, then I think we're all screwed.
Mice in the place would explain all the freaking electrical problems we're having.
Anyway, so between the mice, the wasps, and the drugs being sold out the back door, I want OUT of this place.
I'm looking into moving out ASAP.
More on this riveting subject tomorrow, as it is REALLY late right now, and I have to go to bed.
