Today I was sitting in my office – decorated in post-modern warehouse – with pretty blue walls, a rather comfortable wicker chair and a fabulous flat-screen monitor and who walks in but the Terminex guy. I’ve heard good things about the Terminex guy from those who have worked here longer than I. He hates bugs, doesn’t mind mice, despises rats. An exterminator who has a passion for his job – you don’t see many of those these days.
Our Terminex man was called because my boss thought he smelled dead mice in the ceiling and walls. I just thought the smell was normal as I haven’t been here that long and who’s to say what’s normal here? As Mr. Terminex examines our drop ceilings for ‘droppings’ he asked if I had seen any flies. What a question! I respond with a ‘Yes!’ and say in fact, I have noticed a few flies the last couple of weeks and the day they annoyed me most was Thursday, August 4th. He says, and this is where it gets gross, that the flies show up when the carcass of the mice are decomposing, hence the reason he does not see mice carcasses in the walls and ceilings.
So not only was I bothered by ridiculously large flies for about 2 weeks, I was actually sitting below the dead carcasses of mice.