When your clothes
are in bags
you dress
in rags.
are in bags
you dress
in rags.
Mostly because last week I saw a critter on the arm of my easy chair. We're not going to use the hated word 'bedbug' because too many people are making too much money off them. This place has 435 units and, at any given time, two or three units have the problem. I am told. The management is so proactive that if anybody even has a dream about having critters, they make an appointment with the bug killers (Extermital) to do an inspection. Which, of course, happened the next day. I had saved the critter sealed in plastic, in the freezer, where he died from terminal retardation and the inspector agreed it was a genuine critter. He then tore the place apart and looked in places I didn't even know I had -- and told me that if I had any critters he sure couldn't find them. He has a degree, he should know. Bugatory, PhB, LLC. But said that, since I had found one on the premises, they would be treating my apartment. Badly, from what I hear.
I have had to pack all my clothes, bed linens, bath linens, caps, jackets, boots in bags, all of which to be run through the dryer in the laundry for 20 minutes to send the critters to their reward. And placed into new clean bags for the next four weeks (4 treatments). All my framed pictures had to be taken down and placed on display, for inspection, all the furniture moved three feet from walls (one of the guys is pretty fat...)
This past Friday was treatment day and I stayed home all day with my door open, from 7 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon. Nobody showed to tear up the place and make it smell bad. I reported this to the Front Office today (Monday), they got the info from the Terminators that they were here and nobody lived in that apartment. They finally decided that I did live here and there was going to be another inspection this week. If there were no signs of 'activity' found, there would be no treatment. Apparently the single critter I captured got drunk one night and wandered in the wrong apartment door.
I have about 14 bags sitting on the floor. A half dozen framed pictures. I trip on them when I go to pee in the middle of the night. A thrill a minute. Extermital gets about $100 per hour. They are driving Cadillacs to and from work. My place looks like the great windstorm of 1937. I can still reach my mystery books and my pipe. All is well. Until next visit. Ta!
I have had to pack all my clothes, bed linens, bath linens, caps, jackets, boots in bags, all of which to be run through the dryer in the laundry for 20 minutes to send the critters to their reward. And placed into new clean bags for the next four weeks (4 treatments). All my framed pictures had to be taken down and placed on display, for inspection, all the furniture moved three feet from walls (one of the guys is pretty fat...)
This past Friday was treatment day and I stayed home all day with my door open, from 7 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon. Nobody showed to tear up the place and make it smell bad. I reported this to the Front Office today (Monday), they got the info from the Terminators that they were here and nobody lived in that apartment. They finally decided that I did live here and there was going to be another inspection this week. If there were no signs of 'activity' found, there would be no treatment. Apparently the single critter I captured got drunk one night and wandered in the wrong apartment door.
I have about 14 bags sitting on the floor. A half dozen framed pictures. I trip on them when I go to pee in the middle of the night. A thrill a minute. Extermital gets about $100 per hour. They are driving Cadillacs to and from work. My place looks like the great windstorm of 1937. I can still reach my mystery books and my pipe. All is well. Until next visit. Ta!
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