Kontan.

Honestly, do we NEED termites to make the world keep spinning? Yep, you guessed it…tush loads of money later the bleepin’ bugs are taken care of…and if they’re not, someone else has to pay for it. The beauty of a treatment contract fully transferable to the new owner.

It’s been a rough day. [private] I went to the old house to pick up inspection reports and meet the bug guy doing the termite inspection. He looked over and under, around through and through. I had no worries. There were NO signs of any termite visitations. He looked in the last bedroom, shining his light in the corners and scanning the walls. Then his light rests in the top corner. There he sees four teensy weensy, itty bitty, VERY tiny holes. My world collapsed. I let him get so far as to tell me how much treatment will cost when I walked away to call Djembe. No choice here, you have to treat and you have to pay up. The bug guy kept wanting to explain what he HAD to put down and why he couldn’t just say it was nothing. Um, bug-guy, cut to the end, how do you kill it? I don’t care what you have to do, and I didn’t ask you to put anything down, STOP talking to me like an idiot and tell me how to get rid of these #%^ bugs so that I don’t have to make ANOTHER payment on this house! I listened as patiently as I could and managed to control the tears of frustration that threatened. I called the Cajun neighbor and said I needed him to look and offer an opinion. I don’t want to write a check without at least having someone else see and hear what I did. TINY freakin’ holes. TINY! No dust. No bugs. Just pin prick holes. Cajun neighbor came right over and looked around, even in the attic. There was no other evidence. He said it was strange, but agreed that treatment was the only option and shared the story of another neighbor that had a termite in his flowerbed and had to treat.

Bug-guy got treatment man out that afternoon so I didn’t have to stay the night. I took all reports to my realtor office. Someone was being polite and asked how are you…I told them. Another tried to make me feel better by telling their termite story and how it took $3000 to treat. So I’m not as bad off as she is, but STILL! This was not what I wanted to deal with today. It was not in my carefully made plans.

Last week someone told me something very wise. Don’t pray so much for patience. God throws things in your path to help you build it. Patience and calm, working on those. I don’t want to move again for a while, and when we do I hope the movers are careful with my stuff…and I want to build…and have a termite contract on the front end. [/private]