PSA: Serena Gibson is delusional a Mouse Feeder and pathological narcissist

Ypsilanti MI

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...and she refuses to accept responsibility for this! The landlord called an exterminator, who literally said that if she'd quit leaving her open food —like bread in a paper bakery wrap, and bananas out on that urine and faeces soaked serving tray— out all day and overnight, the mice would go away, but did she stop? ~No!~ Instead, she decided that mice were far more attracted to my dishes that were soaking in the sink overnight, and a box of things I'd left on the kitchen table, which I didn't want to unpack until the (rather common old-house) issue with the mice was under control. She somehow decided that she knows more than the professional, and that "the mice are eating your food, please put it away, or else they won't leave" was —in her exact words— "the most idiotic thing [she'd] ever heard of," even after it was explained to her exactly how and why traps aren't some kind of Magical Mouse Seduction Boxes! I mean, land mammals are pretty lazy, and given the decision between eating fresh food that's sitting out in the open, versus climbing into a Big Deep Steel-Sided Pit that might have a bowl with mac n' residue in it, or crawling into a box that Totally Doesn't Have a Guillotine Inside for a smear of peanut butter opposite the opening, both humans and mice will go for the food that is already sitting out in the open, without some kind of obstacle course to get to. Not only has everyone I know agreed with me about that, but so did the literal professional, but Serena has the nerve to say *she alone* knows that... all that is somehow incorrect, cos she said so? She's a spoilt child in the body of a twenty-one-year-old woman, who has a severe personality disorder and thinks the whole world needs to adjudt itself to her will, rather than accept that she sometimes needs to change her habits to better suit the real world. Furthermore, she seems to be of the mistaken belief that if she's not around to see something, then that means it didn't happen! Like how the only reason she didn't see MORE mouse shit from behind the rest of her crap that was on the counter is because *I cleaned it up,* but in her delusions, there wasn't more because... Magic, I guess? Or how about the fact that *a bin liner split on me, when changing the bin, so yes, a lot of what was under the sink was legitimately coffee grounds*? But you know, if she wasn't there, then it didn't happen, I guess, because it's ~totally normal~ for someone in her early twenties to have the same understanding of object permanence as the average toddler does —NOT! Then again, this is also the same dumbass who had the nerve to be surprised that answering the "seeking roommate" ad of someone *who described himself in the ad as being crippled and partially blind* would mean living with someone who's actually, you know, **crippled and partially blind!** Oh, and she kept that nasty urine-soaked, formerly beautiful wood tray in the pics, and packed it up with her formerly uncontaminated dishes, so if you want to take the risk of living with her delusional self, have fun with the dysentery! PS: Her boyfriend is allegedly a professional chef, and saw literally nothing wrong with that mouse-excrement soaked tray. If you know where he works, please let me know, so that I won't eat there, either. He's also a raging homophobe. PPS: if either of them treat his cats the way they treated mine, they're appallingly neglectful of the needs of those living beings.