So these dudes show up on Monday at the Retreat Center and tell me we don't have termites, but a mouse infestation problem. Really? We're located on 135 acres in rural Tennessee. Do you think we might have some field mice living out here? Maybe in the corn field across the road? And maybe when it gets cold, they seek shelter. Do you think, maybe?
So one of the dudes with the clipboard and the starched white shirt with the name of the company embroidered on the pocket hands me his business card and his title is "wildlife specialist." He prattles on and on about how they (mice) carry disease and it's just awful and they can guarantee that after their procedure, no mouse will ever be able to get into the house, blah, blah, blah.
So he just called with a heightened sense of urgency in his voice that we need to schedule an appointment immediately for him to come out and measure and analyze and I don't know, count mouse turds and he'll let me know how much it's going to cost to be mouse-free.
I scheduled the appointment, i.e. baited the trap. Y'all say a prayer for this poor schmo.