Rustling in the walls
“There’s a party going on around here”
Confidence in numbers
Why hide anymore?
Objects become vermin cesspools
reaking sewers of
babies, cousins, great-grandparents
There have been too many creature comforts.
Exterminator is not as successful
as one would hope.
Carpets ripped up
Insulation pulled out
Clean. Clean. Clean
Bleach billows in the mist.
Can anyone lend a cat?
(Helping a relative clean up after an infestation. Huge, very expensive, disgusting job!)