My Mouse is Wicked Smaht

SOOOOO I'm updating the blog in my living room right now, and who have I seen 3 times in the past hour alone? Justin! Now you're probably asking yourself, who is Justin? Is this some smokin hot New England guy that keeps dropping by our apartment? Nope. Justin is the little mouse that just will not die. 

Maybe mice in such close vicinity to Harvard and MIT (and obviously BU) are smarter than ordinary mice, because we've had a mousetrap out for almost 3 weeks and I have legitimately seen Justin waltz by that thing a number of times. He's not only too smart for cyanide, he's a bold little rodent. This guy saunters around the kitchen in broad daylight looking for fallen lucky charms. I scream at him, he runs back under the oven or fridge, and comes right back out 20 minutes later. I think we're going to try different traps...or a trip from the one and only Jackson...

In other news, I joined a boxing gym in Boston...in South Boston! Hopefully I won't have to use any combos I learn walking between the T and the gym. I mean, really.