As a technician in San Antonio, Texas you see a lot of different things, meet a lot of people & enter some interesting houses. As usual, on one of our hot summer days, I stopped by a customer’s home that was on my route for a routine service. I parked my truck, got out & walked to the front door to greet the customer. A lady pleasantly answered the door. I proceeded with my routine script, â€œHello Ms, my name is Ande. I’m from Bulwark Exterminating & I’m here to do your routine service. Are you having any pest problems or seeing anything inside your home?â€ She replied, â€œYes. I’ve seen a couple of those pincher things inside my kitchen,â€ as she moved her fingers in a pinching motion. I smiled & informed her that I could do an interior & exterior treatment for her.
I went to my truck, grabbed my equipment & returned to the home. She told me to come on in. I asked her if she wanted me to treat just her kitchen or the whole interior. She opted for the whole interior. I tend to work clockwise in a home, so I informed her that I would start by the front door & just work my way around. She responded okay. The first room to my right was a bedroom as I entered I noticed there was a lady lying on the bed, under the covers watching TV. I asked her if she wanted me to treat her room. She said yes.
As I proceeded to the window, to do a window treatment, I could here a faint growling sound. I turned around to see where the sound was coming from, but I did not see anything or anyone besides the lady. I continued towards the window and as I’m treating the window the growling continues. I looked back towards the lady on the bed and she just smiled. As I move towards the back bedroom corner to finish checking the corners for pest, all I keep thinking about is why is this woman growling at me? I tell myself that I need to hurry up & finish this room because the lady no longer wants me in her room. The growling intensifies & as I turn to head out the room barking begins. Now I’m really thinking this woman is crazy & I need to get out of this house. Just then she grabs the covers & says, â€œPrincess stop barking!â€
To my relief she pulls a small tea cup Chihuahua from under the covers. I’ve never been so on edge in a in my life. I’m glad my imagination didn’t run wild, the lady wasn’t acting crazy & a cute little â€œPrincessâ€ could entice more than just pests to leave a room.