I have a pest-control service that visits my house once a month. It’s probably more expensive than me just buying some bug spray and going around the outside of my house myself, but I like it because I’m forgetful and I’m lazy.
The sprayer guy came yesterday, and texted me before he came to ask if I had any requests. I asked if he could come inside the house to spray. It’s included in my price, but I’m never home to let them in. This time I was! Awesome!
My plan was to hold Bruno while the spraying happened, then put him in the car and go for a drive while the spray dried. They use a pet-safe formula, but it should be dry before letting pets into the rooms it’s been sprayed.
The guy came in, and pumped his sprayer. It squeaked, and Bruno FREAKED. He hissed, jumped out of my arms, and ran behind the couch. I tried to coax him out while the guy sprayed, but no success. I asked the guy not to spray the living room, blocked off the living room doors, and waited for Bruno to come out, which he eventually did:
Later in the day, I realized he had torn my shirt as he jumped out of my arms:
Still later, I realized he had given me some nasty scratches. But hopefully I won’t be seeing any silverfish for a while.
Yikes – that’s traumatic: for Bruno…for you…for your shirt (hope it wasn’t a favorite).
R.I.P., shirt. I’m sorry Bruno took such a fright, but at least you gave the guy a good story to tell!