January: The Research That Scared Me
Over the holidays, I did something I should have done in October.
I actually researched what I was living with.
I'd been treating the mouse problem like an annoyance a nuisance to be managed and waited out. A property maintenance issue.
What I learned over three nights of reading changed how I understood my own situation entirely.
According to the Merck Veterinary Manual, a single female mouse can produce up to 15 litters per year, becoming pregnant again within 24 hours of giving birth.¹ Her offspring reach breeding age in just 6 weeks.²
The mice I'd first seen in October weren't visiting.
They were establishing.
And by January, with 6 weeks of uninterrupted breeding behind them, I wasn't dealing with a handful of mice.
I was dealing with a colony.
The math, laid out plainly, was staggering. Preventive Pest Control estimates that just 2 mice can produce over 5,000 descendants in a single year if left unchecked.⁵
But it was the health information that stopped me cold.
The CDC has documented that rodents can transmit over 35 diseases to humans directly through contact with rodents, their droppings, or urine, or indirectly through parasites that have fed on infected rodents.⁶
Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome. Salmonella. Leptospirosis. Lymphocytic Choriomeningitis Virus.
And then this:
*You can contract Hantavirus simply by breathing in air contaminated with rodent urine, droppings, or nesting materials. You do not have to touch a mouse.*⁷
Fatality rate of up to 38% in people who develop respiratory symptoms.⁷
I looked around my apartment.
The droppings in the silverware drawer. The chewed bread. The droppings in the bathroom cabinet where I kept my toothbrush.
I had been breathing this air for three months.
I sent Phil a long text that night. Detailed. Measured. I listed the CDC citations. I used the phrase "habitability standards." I mentioned the housing inspection I'd requested.
He called me the next morning.
"Marcus, I understand your frustration"
"Phil, I need pest control this week. Not after the holidays. Not next quarter. This week."
A pause.
"I'll see what I can do."
He did not see what he could do.
What he did was text me four days later to say the pest control company couldn't schedule until the following month.