The Housewives Get Their First Pet

Living with girls you would assume that the apartment would be spotless, because we're girls and all we do is cook and clean, right?  Wrong.  So wrong.  Our apartment is disgusting. It smells like our soccer cleats and people rarely clean up after themselves.  Kylie finds it necessary to see if she can successfully throw Skittles under a door, and Jada thinks it's socially acceptable to take her contacts out and throw them across the room.  Crumbs pile up from the loads of carbs we eat in order to maintain our energy and don't even get me started on the sink.  Living in an apartment this dirty comes with major consequences and we faced this head on, on the third day of living in our new place.

At three in the morning Chloe got up to do god knows what, probably polish her crown, when she met our eighth housewife.  Our new little friend scurried across her feet and darted into her room and under her bed.  Chloe has a seriously problem where she doesn't know how to whisper, so you could imagine how loud her scream was when she saw her new friend. Waking up in a panic that something was seriously wrong, we all gathered in the living room to see what the problem was.  Chloe had seen our new pet, Bebe La Rue.... a mouse.

Bebe La Rue was too afraid to show her face for the first few days, so naturally we all thought princess Chloe was making it up, and it was just something she had dreamt.  Then finally a week later, Bebe La Rue had babies, yes, babies, who were not as shy as their mother.  As if we didn't have enough people occupying this house, we now have five little mouse babies running around, bringing Terranova to a grand total of thirteen housewives.  Please, just get me the hell out of this place.

The next morning we all looked up the facts about mice on the internet and this is as dangerous as a hypochondriac going on WebMD.  We learned that mice can jump 9 inches, which we took as they would crawl into our beds at night and snuggle up next to us.  We even took it as far as getting dressed on chairs, just in case one of our pets wanted to hangout.  A little dramatic I know, but after all we are all diva housewives.

As soon as one got caught, they all seemed to get trapped, in one place.  Under Chloe's bed.  Chloe and Jada had become immune to the dead mouse smell taking over their room that when we all told them their room smelled they took it personally.  Bebe La Rue and her children laid in peace under Chloe's bed for three more days until they finally swallowed their pride and admitted that their room wreaked.  And to Chloe's pleasant surprise, she found her three a.m. friend that everyone doubted existed.  

I know what you were thinking at the beginning of this post, a pet, sounds kinda cool.  No.  Our pet was something that you never want to happen to your apartment or house.  One mouse is bad enough, but we had six.  Maybe we should take our roles as housewives more seriously and stick to the cooking and cleaning.
xoxo J