Waiting…and waiting…and waiting…and waiting…for the exterminator guy to show up. Nice long rivers of bug shit are streaming down the west wall from the attic. That would be, as we know, TERMITES.
So I need to get somebody to get up in the attic, spray nauseating toxins around up there. Then hire a carpenter to come repair the (possibly considerable!) damage.
Termites — the wood-eating variety — are a relatively recent import here, brought into the Valley by the whitey immigrants from around the country and around the world. I can recall when they first showed up in the toney Arcadia District, over on the east side of town.
Now they’re all over the city: every part of town has them.
Hope I’m not confronted with a lot of expensive repair work. This is the second time I’ve had to get an exterminator in here to beat them back.
Speaking of attics, a crew of guys is on the roof across the street, strolling around up there as though they were taking a Sunday walk. Looks like they’re totally reroofing the house.
Ohhhh goodie. That’s all I need: to have to get my house re-roofed!
Wonder if the homeowner’s insurance will cover it? Heh…we’ll soon find out.
My son really wants this house. If I’m to pass it along to him, somehow I’ve gotta get the bugs out, repair the damage, and keep the critters out.
LOL!!! In the Washington Post Outspell game I’m killing time with just now, two words came up, linked:
CHEWER
and
ROOF
What are they tryin’ to say to us?
😀