ONE DAY, I was in the basement at our cottage, Foxglove,
and I saw a
scorpion.
I DID! –even though Foxglove is in Connecticut! Well, that
made me very anxious because I thought it would probably try to kill
me. So I called our pest control company, Master Shield, and requested
they come to my house immediately to take care of this urgent, life
threatening problem. This is what their technician said to me. "Lady,
we're not coming; we don't do scorpions, only plain old-fashioned
Connecticut bugs."
I told my husband of my problem. He
said, "They can't do that. We have a contract with them. I paid for
emergency house calls." Please note. My husband
DIDN'T EVEN CARE THAT WE HAD A SCORPION IN THE HOUSE. He only cared that he wasn't getting his money's
worth. In a huff, he called Master Shield himself. The technician
reiterated that if a scorpion were in the basement, they don't do
scorpions. To which my husband replied "And would you believe my wife
if she told you that the Loch Ness Monster was swimming in our lake?"
This is what happened next:
Master
Shield was here within the half hour; found not a scorpion but a
plain, old-fashioned Connecticut bug, a mole cricket in our basement and per my
request, left it well and alive in the basement, where it still resides
today.
Wait. Gotta go. I think I see something ...
moving ... swimming ... in ... the ... lake. Oh, it's probably nothing ... just a log
... or ... maybe ... it's ...
somethiiiiiiiiiiing.............ELSE.
Gotta call Master Shield and tell them!
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