Last night on the news there was a story about getting rid of the rat population in the province. Although the number of rats in the province is low, the government has allocated about $1.5 million dollars to eradicate the problem. Who you gonna call? Rat Busters!
The job of an exterminator is one of those jobs that I’m very happy someone else is willing to do. Not that it’s a bad job, I just don’t think I could stick my head in someone’s attic full of spiders to assess what had to be done. I read one story where an exterminator had to rid a house of nearly 1/2 million wasps that were buzzing around the owners attic! A half million! If you were the owner, wouldn’t you realize you had a problem at about the 1,000 mark? Hey, I would have called an exterminator if I saw more than one wasp in my house! How could you let it get so out of hand?
I can’t imagine the places an exterminator has to stick his head to assess a situation. That’s not for me folks. If I can’t get rid of an insect infestation with the bottom of my shoe, I’m calling someone.
Bugs are one thing, but those rats can be devious little critters. I think I’d rather run across a few rats than a few big spiders!
Whenever I hear about rats I always think back to the days when I worked on a cruise ship. Phyllis Diller was entertaining on the ship one week and one night after one of her shows a few of us were sitting around having drinks with her. She was a wonderful lady, and despite what she looked like on TV, I was quite surprised at how attractive she actually was. She delivered a line that I remember to this day. We were talking about how famous she was and how she never expected to have the life she did while she was growing up. She said, “The trouble with the rat race is, even if you win, you’re still a rat.” How true.
Call the exterminator!