Paranoid pest man?

I don’t believe that I’m paranoid and I feel like I am a mentally stable person but I must confess, I think my customers are watching me while I work. I can’t prove it and it’s hard to accuse someone as you walk around the corner and they’re standing there semi disguised by the book case. Or you pop your head out from under the sink and they ask you if you have enough light or the always popular shout out as you walk down the hall, “be careful in the kids room, I haven’t cleaned it.” I mean, it’s their home right but how did they know where I was going?

Trying to escape the home owners ever present glare I duck behind the couch with flashlight in hand and I try to look for any signs of bug activity but that doesn’t work to conceal myself. “watch out for dust bunnies.” she say’s in a veiled giggled tone. The laundry room offers no respite either as the lady of the house informs me from around the corner “I saw a roach in the garage, I’m afraid he got into the the laundry room.” Still trying to stay focused I see there is no great way to spray in the garage so I take out a duster and a bait gun and for a short while I enjoy the hunt and treat what seems impossible because of all the stuff. Back inside and off to the back screen porch the Mrs. asks with a big smile “what is that gun you have-did you shoot the roach out there for me?” At this point I’m beside myself, is she stalking me, how did she know when I couldn’t see her? I’m waiting for Alan Funk to come out and tell me I’m on the hidden camera show!

I decide to do the screen porch and just go outside to treat from there. It takes about 15 minutes and half way into my back pack treating under sink pestcemetery.comtreatment around the home I begin to relax not seeing her at any of the windows. I spray the eaves like an artist and hit all the voids and crannies I can find. I take pride in my window and door treatments and not a drop splatters onto the panes. On this trip I decided to dust the high eaves with my dust pole and sweep the webs away and even get those silken eggs that never come off. My granules around the foundation and bait under the splash blocks of the down spouts and garden gnomes and I’m ready to call it a job.

Back at my truck I fill out my ticket and I’ve forgotten all about my paranoid delusions but before I can even turn to start for the door there she is with check in hand coming down the sidewalk. Was it a lucky guess that she knew I was done? My anxiety starts to churn spraying exterior pestcemetery.comagain. She thanks me for sweeping the webs and says she just loves when I treat under the gnomes because she always used to get earwigs there but not since I’ve been coming. My mind is racing now and I try to breathe easy knowing I’m only minutes away from escaping her peering all knowing eyes. I mutter out a thank you and she hands me a check and with it a sticky note. WHAT? What could she possibly have written and just as I’m about to lose it– She calmly tells me it’s the phone number of a good friend who’s in need of pest control and she can’t think of anybody she’d rather recommend than me because of the great work I do at her home and how thorough I am. She appreciates that I check every area and always treat her home with care and respect. With a great sigh of relief I wave good bye and head out to a great referral lead who I know I won’t even have to sell because my customer already sold it for me.

Am I paranoid? Maybe just a little but I know that when I do service, people are watching me and you know what? That’s Ok, nothing can be a greater testament of your work, ethics and expertise as when the homeowner sees you in action first hand. Brochures and sales people are nice but they don’t do the work, it is the technician who brings the service to life and it’s always the little things you do when you think no one is watching that make all the difference in the world. So I can live with the eyes that follow me wherever I go and tracing my every move, Now I just gotta figure out what to do with these voices in my head. 😉

About The Bug Doctor

Jerry Schappert is a certified pest control operator and Associate Certified Entomologist with over two and a half decades of experience from birds to termites and everything in between. He started as a route technician and worked his way up to commercial/national accounts representative. Always learning in his craft he is familiar with rural pest services and big city control techniques. Jerry has owned and operated a successful pest control company since 1993 in Ocala,Florida. While his knowledge and practical application has benefitted his community Jerry wanted to impart his wisdom on a broader scale to help many more. Pestcemetery.com was born from that idea in 2007 and has been well received. It is the goal of this site to inform you with his keen insights and safely guide you through your pest control treatment needs.
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  • Bobby

    This happened to me in Toxteth in Liverpool, and its the opposite to following me around it was so funny, i had to service 6 flats joined together for mice as they were right through the block so the last one i had some job trying to persuade this muslim man to let me in his house to bait it up, so eventually he said okay give me 2 mins TO HIDE MY WIFE, well he said come in now go into the kitchen i put my wife in bedroom, then i did the kitchen he said give me a minute i hide my wife in toilet you do bedroom so i did the bedroom then again i said the bedroom is done he said one minute i hide my wife in toilet and so on and so on, well by this time im looking all around the flat for pictures of her as she was either going to be a real honey or a real disaster… or maybe its just my reputation thats went before me ….

    ps i never seen her picture either…lol

  • hahaha -good story