Alright you little F-ers. How do I say this delicately? Pack your sh*t and go because we're exterminating your asses. And when I say "we" I'm talking about a hired gun, the queen bee of rodent control -- these guys have like a 90% approval rating in the Washington checkbook. They are NOT to be trifled with. They are killing machines and they will be here tomorrow afternoon. So, final warning: get out!
I've had it about up to here (hand above head) -- Drippy has defiled our mudroom and the stink is seeping into the kitchen. (I hope it doesn't scare away pest control), the kids are running amok in the house, then at night when it's finally quiet, all I hear is skittering and chewing in the walls.
At this moment, I don't have a solution for the first two problems but you guys, eradication city.
Now, if you were cute like Remy, and you could whip up an omelet, maybe we could have worked something out.
Chris called yesterday and he is on the mouse warpath too. It crawled in his bag, ate the last of his cough drops and left a lot of "presents".
ReplyDeleteOkay, that's totally gross. Good news: "the man" came today. bad news, it'll be two weeks b/f we really see (or hear) results.
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