I’m not a guy that gets easily rattled, in fact I like to think that I handle pressure situations very well and one who thinks quick on his feet. There are however two situations in pest control that unnerve me each and every time. The first is the little dog that you just know is going to bite you but you can’t kick the little buzzard in the head or anything because the little old lady who hasn’t written you your check yet is non stop baby talking to her wittle wuvy wumpkins–yes you are--Oh gag me, but all the while wumpkin aka Snowball is getting his 15th treat for the morning and mommies undying love, he’s eyeing you up for the perfect strike right there on your achilles heel. In 25 years I have yet to come up with a solution so please if you’re out there and you have the answer let me know!
The other situation is one that for the most part is completely controllable, I have the answers written on my service ticket and usually there are no dogs involved but for some reason when confronted I still get a pit in my stomach as fear strikes my heart and a small bead of sweat develops on my forehead. It’s over in 20 seconds if all goes well but one mistake and I could be there for an hour having to explain myself to the sheriff. I’ve dealt with it a thousand times and even in the same homes over and over for years yet I cannot control the automatic response my body unwilling gives in to every time. Today was a stark reminder of this deep seated deficiency in my DNA.
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