Mar 11, 2008
I live and work at a hotel on the Gulf of Mexico. It has its perks - I get an apartment and every one of my utility bills, even my internet, paid as part of my salary package. The thing is, that rumor going around that everything is bigger in Texas is partly true, especially when it comes to bugs. What makes it worse is people coming and going from all over the world, bringing luggage that contains critters from here, there and everywhere. So once a month, the guys with the spray bottles come and exterminate the place. Let the games begin.
Pets and insecticide do not mix well, so in order for them to adequately spray my apartment, the fur bearing members of the family must go elsewhere. We pack them up and move them two apartments down to a room that was sprayed a couple of days ago. The cats are not fond of this activity, and my husband and I don't enjoy it a whole lot more than they do. The bird goes first. She has a gigantic floor cage on a stand, and it IS on wheels, but rather than rolling the monster down the balcony it's just easier to put Paco (the green cheeked conure) into her small cage and then carry the cage to the other apartment, where Paco is safely sequestered in the bathroom behind a closed door.
Next come the cats. Do you like rodeos? If so, you'd LOVE the rounding up of the cats for exterminator day! DH and I are practically giddy with excitement as we try to grab one of the furry bodies as it rockets past us in an attempt to avoid the roundup. We never put them in a carrier for anything other than to go to the vet or to move for exterminator day, therefore, when the cat carrier comes out, they know something is up and they react accordingly. They don't like the vet OR going to the neighboring apartment, therefore the carrier signals to them that it's time to act feral... NOW.
After the cats are caught, crated, and toted one by one down the balcony to the other apartment, it's the dog's turn. In typical dog fashion, she doesn't care WHERE she's going, she's GOING SOMEWHERE!! YAY!! ROADTRIP!! jumpforjoyjumpforjoyjumpforjoy!!! When she gets to the other apartment and discovers that her buddies, the cats are there too, her joy is overwhelming! OH YAY!! THE CATS ARE HERE TOO!! jumpforjoyjumpforjoyjumpforjoy!!! The pets safely deposited in the other apartment, DH and I return to our own digs to await the exterminators.
I don't know what's in that stuff that they spray, but I think they've sniffed a bit too much of it. I have never seen a sloppier pair of men with spray bottles. Bug spray is EVERYWHERE - running down the walls, all over the kitchen floor, dripping off the door frames between the rooms, EVERYWHERE. It doesn't hurt humans, and it's not supposed to hurt pets, but I'm not about to take any chances with my furkids. I don't mind smelling bug spray for a couple of hours after they leave, and, coincidentally, it doesn't seem to bother the roaches, either. Unfazed, they ignore the oceans of poison that is supposed to cut short their buggy little lives in favor of apparently having fun in the stuff. I thought I saw a roach with a boogie board the last time they were here, hanging ten down the countertop past the dish drainer.
The worst part of this all for me is that it happens in the mornings, which is when I sleep. I work the 3-11 shift at the desk, and then I'm on call from 11 pm until 7 am. The bug guys get here between 8:30 and 9:00. By the time they finish and leave,it's usually going on 9:30 or 10:00, which drastically cuts down on my sleep. I'd sleep through it and just let DH let them into the apartment, but I'm afraid they'd spray right over me, they're seemingly that unintelligent.
Hopefully this will be the last time we will need to be sprayed for a while. In order to comply with state health regulations, the hotel has to be sprayed on a regular basis (every 90 days) by professionals. In order to make a good impression, it was decided that for the first six months, all the rooms would be sprayed every month, and after six months was up, thirty six rooms would be sprayed each month, resulting in each room eventually being sprayed every 90 days. This is the sixth month. Hopefully, after today, we won't have to deal with the Two Stooges for another three months.
I'm sleepy. VERY sleepy. Now is the equivalent of 3:00 in the morning for me. I think I'm going to chance it and lay down and let DH deal with the bug busters. I'm going to need my strength for the roundup later on before I go to work, when we round up the critters to bring 'em home again. Wish me luck