They Just Taped Over the Mice Hole in My Dorm (This Isn’t a Joke, They Used My Own Tape)

By Mirna Benavente | Photo by Lizzy Morearty

I am no stranger to rodents here in Boston. When I lived on Bay State, I would see those little buggers - dead or alive - on the street all the time. I even wrote a Bunion article about it! (It was more rat erotica than anything, but who are y’all to judge). While I would be happy to reveal my exact location to the Bunion’s lovely readers, I think my roommate would be slightly peeved by me doxxing our dorm. All I can say is that I live in an apartment in South. To anyone who lives and/or has lived in South, the title of this article makes complete sense to you.

My horror-esque story began just a few weeks ago as I was taking one of three daily naps. My roommate kept trying to get my attention – “Mirna. Mirna!” – which I promptly ignored in favor of going back to sleep. Yet, as I attempted to continue on, I heard the words that sprang me out of bed: “Mirna, there’s a fucking mouse in the kitchen!” That’ll do it.

I sit up as she pointed to our small kitchen. I, like a good roommate, followed behind her as she investigated the small cooking area. Yet when nothing could be found, I chalked it up to her trying to fear monger me in some way. Maybe I should start taking out the trash more?

We both go onto our respective beds to do some work, the mouse slightly forgotten until I see it run across the kitchen from the corner of my eye. Yet in that very moment, as if a coordinated attack, another one ran from behind our minifridge and straight under my roommate's bed. My first though: thank goodness it wasn't my bed. The second? Shit, we had MICE. Yet after all our efforts, we couldn’t find them. It’s like they disappeared. And while magician mice sound cool in theory, they are NOT ideal in this situation. 

We called the non-emergency maintenance number and they send over what I have to assume is the best in the business. Because BU wouldn’t skimp for their students! Yet after telling this guy our riveting tale, he kinda just looked around for holes, put 4 glue traps in various places around the room, and called it a day. What. The. Fuck. He couldn’t even tell us where the mice were coming in from! Nothing to really stop them. And then my roommate became some kind of mice apologist and put the glue traps in ziplock bags because she felt bad for them.

Over the course of a few days, we had one more mouse sighting until we finally found their source of entry. This huge ass hole behind this pannel on the wall:

Finally, our problem will be solved! They’ll patch up this hole and be on their way! The mice will be out of our hair without any traps having to be deployed (we were also given snap traps, but my roommate snapped them while I was asleep. Women, am I right?) Everything will be okay!

“Yeah, good idea putting tape on it. I was just gonna do that too. I’ll just leave it with your tape there and if you have any more problems, call or something.” So just know, you might also have a mouse glory hole in your dorm right now. Good luck, Charlie.