Tuesday, September 28, 2010
"Of course, he did," comments Larry. "We're paying him to listen."
Do you think Larry is trying to make me feel cheap? Is he implying that this gentleman is some type of Ortho-yielding gigolo, plying his trade among needy housewives whose husbands are fed up with their complaining?
Oh, I don't care, people! I don't care because my exterminator in shining armor did not turn on his heel and run from this particular needy housewife. No! He braved the attic and sprayed the soffets and even complimented my anti-ant efforts. And then...THEN!...he put out mouse bait in the furnace room.
"It's not those horrible sticky traps, is it?" I asked.
"No, Ma'am," he said. "The mice eat it and it dries them right up; you won't have any dead critters stinking up your house."
Sigh. Isn't he a dream?
[image credit:Dr.Paterno blog]
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Posted by Suburban Correspondent at 8:47 PM