Thursday, October 26, 2006
Word
Oh bother: Exterminator-man just called.
So true to my research, there's not a whole lot they can do in these cases. (Yet how I'd hoped we were somehow exceptional!) From my reading, I've found that some services, definitely not a majority, will actually remove chunks of wall in order to get at the offending carcass, then patch up as best they can (wall repair not being their specialty). BUT, it's hardly a sure thing that they'll end up removing the right chunk, so they may have to keep chipping, and chipping, and chipping... and then... No more wall! Because while it may seem obvious where behind the wall The Unfortunate lies (we have our keen noses to thank for a pretty strong suggestion), who knows what things look like on the other side. Odors can get re-routed.
Which is why our (very nice) exterminator doesn't deal in wall-axing. Instead, he deals in advice: You sorta just have to wait it out. The odor's probably at its height right now; in a week, should be better. I understand, I do. And as uncomfortable as the next week may be (rigged plastic tarp and all), I don't like thinking about the fact that, as I recline on the couch w/ my latest Netflick, or maybe a book, right at my back lies The Deceased--in due time, a sad and forgotten little ribcage.
(Only I won't have forgotten, clearly.)
These issues involving 'walls' and 'impossible odors' (recall the mothball sitch) are actually fascinating when I think about other current events in my life. As it occurred to me late last night while waiting for sleep, there are clear tie-ins (walls as walls, odors as others' demons).
Of course, it's too late to cancel tonight's hotel rez, so "vacation" it is. I'm undecided about that compensation appeal (what a rant that was!), but will probably give it a go, even though management is obviously not obligated to work w/ me here--at all. Still, that they never once bothered to call me back in a two-day period, well, it didn't have to go down that way.
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