A Mouse in the House

I pride myself on a beautiful, personally-designed home entertainment center. I put in the best gear and even padded the walls for the benefit of the sound system. It is in my basement where I have all the room I need to cover my various needs: big plasma TV, surround sound, top equipment, comfortable seats, lots of storage, wet bar, and more. You can imagine my dismay when I spotted a furry creature scuttering across the floor one afternoon as I gazed as the glowing screen. The floor may be concrete, but it is clean and well kept. Bloody mice! They have invaded my space and they are not long for this world. Be gone!

I don’t mean to anger the animal lovers out there, and it’s an easy thing to do, but there is a time and a place for rodents (in the trash—ha!). And it is not in my man cave. I would have expected to get the cat to do his job of getting rid of mice, but he is snoozing lazily in the sun and is sending signals not to be bothered. I can call a pest control service and they will dispatch of the buggers in no time flat. I can also lay traps and bait. I opt for option number two, the logical choice. I assume it is the most humane way to de-pest your home. I want to be rid of the menace and not give it another thought. I will not be watching Ben on TV tonight.

I also expect to sign up for a pest fumigation contract at my earliest convenience. A nice tidy serviceman comes once a month and sprays god knows what in the nooks and crannies of the basement area. I know that if there are mice down there, there must be other creepers and crawlers. In that kids occupy this wonderful entertainment center from time to time, I don’t want to encourage the little ones from espying any would-be playmates.

Rodents, roaches, it’s all the same to me. They are all to be banned from this moment on. I was assured by the technician that one “chemical” (presumably eco-friendly and not terribly toxic) would cover all the bases except for termites. That’s another story. Just keep the cat out of the basement for four hours, he said. Mmmm. What does that mean? I have to stay out, too. Just a precaution, he said. After all, I go in there, he added smiling or smirking. Mmmm. Not sure what I believe, but I am willing to go for it and get rid of any infestations lurking in the shadows ready to pounce. Surely there is a flea or two that escaped from the cat during a moment of panic. Zap and it will be gone.

Take my word for it, you will want to enjoy your entertainment center bug free. Kids, pets, and other guests sometimes sit on the floor (we have nice area rugs). Learn about pest control and become worry free.