Or playing a practical joke… That’s possible, too. We’ll know soon enough.
Doorbell rings as I sit here loafing. Ruby goes dog-bonkers. Now what?
I haul myself upright, stumble to the front door, fling open the inside door…and… HOleee mackerel!
There stands THE single most GORGEOUS young man I have ever seen.
No exaggeration. The creature is beyond handsome.
Normally I’d tell a solicitor to walk on, walk on… Not this one, though!
Incredibly, he’s peddling something that I need seriously and soon: roach and rat treatment.
Lordie! When, dear God, did you decide to be on my side?
Well, let’s hope this is not some kind of cosmic joke.
The monthly service he’s selling is reasonably priced, and he offered a pretend discount, cinching the more-or-less affordable market rate.
The rats and the roaches are not going away. Even though I did catch Rattie in a trap the other day, all the other traps have remained untouched (rats being no fools after all). And as for the sewer roaches…well…there’s not a lot the locals can do unless the city can be prevailed upon to come around and treat the sewers that flow under our sidewalks. We used to get that service, but the city seems to have quit it. Possibly lobbied away by the bug companies that want individual citizens to pay them royally. Kill off the roaches: kill of their business.
I do have to say that combined, the roach issue and the rat issue are getting a bit beyond the pale. I’d already decided to hire an exterminator…but when this spectacular being showed up at the door, it was ACCOUNT SOLD!
Seriously, I’ve been thinking I need to give up and hire a service. We used to have a bug service in our first house in downtown Phoenix. There — the Encanto district — the stately 50-year-old houses tended to be infested with termites. And really, everybody had a termite service. We eventually canceled because the bug spray made the cats sick…and it was beginning to make me sick, too. And yeah…when we went to sell the shack, lo and behold! Termite damage.
The Funny Farm, at least, is built on a concrete foundation. Our house downtown had a wooden crawl space…deeee-lishus! But nevertheless, the attic is framed in wood, and I believe the plasterboard walls have wood framing inside. And as for the roaches…Helle’s belles! They don’t care what your house is made of.
Anyway…dunno where the termite company found that spectacular young man. But they couldn’t have picked a better representative!
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