Pest Control Guys.
Let's talk about them.
They're driving me crazy!! Ringing my doorbell all day long. Conversations that go like this:
Me: "I'm not interested. I'm not interested. I'm not interested. I'm. Not. Interested.
(Usually ends in me pretending to hear my phone ringing in the other room or making up some emergency.)
Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against pest control guys. One summer in college long before I met him, my husband was a pest control guy in Florida. It's just that I don't NEED pest control and I'm not good at being forceful which apparently you have to be to get rid of pest control guys.
In realization of this, I've decided the best thing I can do is invest in a couple dozen racoons and keep them in one of the unfinished bedrooms in our basement.
What do racoons eat anyway?
Next pest control guy that comes my way will be invited downstairs for a looksie at those pests.
Know anybody that sells 'coons?
Why can't they just take a "No thanks" and a couple of peach bars or something??
