As I mentioned in Monday’s post, the exterminator is coming tomorrow. And I, for one, couldn’t be happier.
We’ve been fighting these bugs (and they us) for five years now. Sometimes we have the upper hand and can drive them back; sometimes they have the upper hand (claw? mandible?) and we have to throw out a couple of boxes of cereal. About a week ago, after the latest attempt to win the war (involving five well-placed but largely ineffective bug bombs), the Supermodel and I decided that enough was enough. Something had to give if we were going to get the vermin permanently removed from our domicile.
So on Monday I called Orkin to have them send someone over and give us an estimate. There’s a likelihood that they’ll not only do that tomorrow, but also perform the first treatment (according to the customer service rep I spoke with, that’s how they prefer to roll). She gave me an idea of what a year-long program (seven treatments, to make sure the suckers don’t come back) would cost, and after some deliberation, me and the missus are willing to pay it.
But I realized to day that money isn’t the only thing I’d be giving up. Nor would the bugs be the only thing I’d be rid of and not miss.