Working for a rodent removal service, I’ve heard it all. I say I’ve heard it all, because my job is not removing rodents. I work in the office as support staff. I handle the incoming calls from people desperate for rodent removal service, I make appointments, I cut paychecks. I’m essentially a one-woman show keeping the operation running smoothly so my guys can focus on their jobs, getting rid of rats, trapping mice, and removing all kinds of other rodents from people’s properties.
I get all the great and awful stories, though. People who need rodent removal service tell me what’s been going on at their home, office or property. The technicians tell me horror stories of rat swarms, mice nests, and all kinds of other critters.
One day, though, I got to see it all for myself, and really learned just how valuable rodent removal service is to our community.
A call came in from a woman who runs a small farm with her husband. She told me, like most farmers in the area, rat problems come with the territory. They’ve trapped rats, killed rats, poisoned rats and gotten rid of rats for as long as they’ve operated the farm. But, this year the rat population just seemed to be exploding and they were overrun with rats. They were desperate for our rodent removal services so they could spend more time on farm production and less on rodent removal.
The only technician we had available at the time couldn’t drive. It was silly, really, because he’d forgotten to renew his license and let it expire, but until he got it renewed, he couldn’t drive out to the property. It was at the end of the day, and I volunteered to drive him out there.
We pulled up, and the woman came out to show us where the biggest rat infestation was. I was curious, because I’d never actually seen our technicians at work, so I hopped out of the truck and joined the two of them as they approached the large barn. She led us to a back door, where they usually stored extra bags of feed and some tools. She told us that’s where they needed rodent removal service the most, and then she high-tailed it back to the house, leaving us to open the door ourselves. I was starting to get a little nervous, and my friend instructed me to stand off to the side of the door as he opened it.
When that door opened, it was like a scene from a nightmare. Have you ever seen a cloud of gnats or an anthill that’s been disturbed? Try multiplying that a hundred times and making it rats, and then you’ll have an idea of what I saw. They literally poured out of the barn, running over each other, leaping, biting, scattering like roaches. I couldn’t breathe as they swarmed over my boots before they ran off into the farmyard, seeking out any hole, door or ditch they could find. No sound came out of my mouth, but inside I was screaming. Eventually the rat flow slowed and I looked up at my friend, wondering how on earth he was going to get rid of these rats. Even he looked shocked, and he admitted he’d never seen anything like this before.
I retreated to the truck and called some of our other technicians, making them promise to come out to the farm to help out just as soon as they were finished with their current appointments. More than ever, I was proud I worked for a rodent removal service, proud of what we did for our community, proud that we were the ones people could call for help.