Huh. It would never have occurred to me that I was supposed to be embarrassed by having mice. One gets mice because one lives in an old house, and one gets cockroaches by living in a tenement in New York, and one gets ants by being a student in student housing. But then, I learned about mice by growing up in an ancient farmhouse, and about cockroaches by listening to Ani diFranco, and about ants from having students friends with ants so... yeah. I am not sure I can safely assert that it's a Canada/US thing rather than a Rachel-grew-up-in-a-bubble-of-socially-conscious-hippies thing. I would be curious to know whether TWW's Canadian experience agrees with mine.

And congratulations on leaving facebook! I feel much about facebook the way I do about LJ: I would like to leave, but there are people there who make it hard. But way locked down, yes--and I keep hardly any info posted there anyway. Ah, well.

(On a side note, I have heard all my life that you have to take mice faaaaaaaaaaar away or they will come back... but I am under the impression that their territory is teeny tiny, so this doesn't make sense to me.)