Exterminator makes a dramatic find
Well, after a sleepless night last night, an exterminator came out this morning. This was a different guy than the two guys who had been here before.
I told him about the gnawing sound in my bedroom. He looked back into the corner of the room and said, "Yep, there's rat poop back there." He set a trap there and suggested leaving the trunk pulled away from the wall for a while.
Then I told him about how many rats we had caught in about two weeks' time -- seven of them. He said that it was obvious they were getting in and out somehow. He said he'd take a look around outside.
He was not gone for more than a minute before he called me out there to the back. He showed me the electric meter / fuse box on the rear wall of the apartment building -- just on the other side of our kitchen in other words. He said, "Look at the underside of that meter box -- you will see there's an open channel running the length of it that leads right into your kitchen."
I looked. I saw.
"THAT's where the rats are going in and out," he said.
When I asked him why none of the other exterminators had found that he just kinda shrugged and said, "Sometimes the guys are just in a hurry to get to the next call because our workload is so heavy......."
He spent a good hour out there installing heavy-gauge screening to cover the entry holes. He said to watch things for a couple of days and see if that stops them.
Dear God, PLEASE. I can't spend another night like last night.
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btw, the exterminator was a very handsome Latino man, late 30s, I'd guess. Tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. No wedding ring (and no ring line on his finger), and jusssst a lit-tle bit flirtatious... He enjoyed me taking photos of him as he put the screens in, quipping with a sly wink, "You think I am handsome enough for GQ?!"
I'll say!
He had showed up in an immaculate, crisply pressed white dress shirt. But after he had been on his back, wallowing around in the flower bed below the meter box, the poor guy was covered with black potting soil. I toyed with the idea of inviting him to come in for a shower to get cleaned up, but thought better of it. I realized he would be back, and if I was misreading his flirtatiousness it could be awkward.
Alas, I'll have to spend the rest of the day sitting in a quiet swoon, playing out that shower scenario in my head, fantasizing about what could have been.......
"Well, sure, I'll take a shower ... but only if you join me..............."
{{{*a giddy tingle running down my spine*}}}
Yeah. I know. How crude and tacky of me. But if you'd have been through what I had been through the night before, you would have fallen for this knight in shining armor too. Heeeeee's my heeeee-roh.
"Ah, sweeeet mystery of life, at last I've found yooooooou..."
