Well, as some of you may know, I have been battling mice.  This is a whole new experience for me – never had mice in LA.  Truthfully, they freak me out.  I know they are much, much smaller than me, but they belong outside and not in my apartment.  

My super was pretty much unresponsive – so I took things into my own hands.  I paid for an exterminator to come out and fill holes and after a while, it seems like we have had success in eliminating.  What I noticed, however, was some little baby roaches  that were getting stuck on the glue traps.  So, today, I took advantage of the monthly exterminator visit that the building schedules.  

Doorbell rang, and I opened the door to a very young man wearing a back pack that appeared to have a canister of some sort of spray.  He also carried an aerosol can.  I asked him how this would work.  He asked what I wanted; which sort of confused me.  I told him that there had been a mouse problem, which appeared to be solved, and then I showed him the glue trap with the little bugs.  He looked.  Then he looked around corners and edges of the walls.  He told me that he didn’t see any mice.  Then, he asked if I wanted him to spray.

Seriously?  Isn’t that why you’re here?  I responded in the affirmative.  

He shook the aerosol can and sprayed in the spots along the wall where I had cleared furniture.  

THAT’S IT?!?!  I could have bought a can of toxic stuff and sprayed. I’m pretty sure I would have been more thorough – and ensured that both the roaches (and probably myself) would be asphyxiated.  What about the canister on your back?  Really?

Underwhelmed.  

As ever,

K. Quinn