So I had a visitor to my studio apartment today.
He didn't leave a name, but he was small, brown, furry and had a long tail. He hung out by the fridge, had a seizure, and the proceeded to die.
After I threw up on myself, I frantically called the front desk, and had them clean the carnage.
The maintence man said that he probably came in from the outside (really? no kidding? thanks for that insight), especially since they are doing a ton of renovation on my building and are putting a ceiling in the hallway right now. He assured me that there were no more, that there would be no more, and that this was isolated.
Yeah, that reassurance helped NONE.
So for now, I am refusing to leave my bed, eat, or even go to the bathroom.
I think I am going to throw up again.