The tenants emailed that they trapped a rat in the house, and help.
So I poked about online and found a green-focused, long-term and local pest service, and I asked the tenants to try to set up an inspection, and have the guy invoice us. They are responsible adults, and can be trusted to handle it.
And figuring that the tenants might want it done soon, this seemed okay. Because god knows when I’d get around to it anyway.
Because today I am trying to finish off our 2012 taxes so I can drop them off Tuesday in downtown SF, on my way back from picking up the car from where it broke down in Colma last week. (And I’ll probably end up doing this in the middle of rush hour, sigh. Unless I can figure out how to do it from Bart on the way over….)
I just did three loads of laundry, because Tom is soaking through sheets and pjs at a great rate so that I can only keep up with what he needs to have on hand if I do two loads a day. Oh, and I have three work shirts to iron tonight, after the third one comes out of the dryer.
I still have to get the garbage and recycling out of the house, and Tom can’t help because he can’t lift anything at all. Thank god for the guys in the back unit who have been hauling the bins out to the street for us lately!
Monday I have to go pry the next pain killer prescription out of Kaiser pharmacy, because they require a new paper script for refills of scheduled substances, and this seems to take the damn surgery department by surprise every time. (The doctor puts in for the refill, but the pharmacy doesn’t do it until they perform this intricate dance of the paperwork. Every time.) And I also have to call and schedule an appointment with a nurse practitioner who doesn’t use the online system, so we have to reach her, then her assistant, by phone.
In addition, every MWF I drop Tom off on campus at 1:30, and pick him up when he calls me after office hours, any time between 4-6:30, because it depends on how many students turn up. And I have to be around in the morning beforehand to help him get ready because he can’t reach his feet yet, and needs a new bandage on the open wound in back before he goes in, so that it won’t soak through while he’s on campus.
And I’m also now researching YET ANOTHER weird complication uncovered last week at the doctor’s – hence the new appointment with the nurse – because Tom doesn’t look up any of this stuff, at all, ever. Because if he doesn’t have to find out about it, maybe it isn’t real?
Sooooo Tom thinks I should call the two or three guys who’ve done work on the house for us, to see if they know of any pest control companies to recommend, and then I should get multiple bids for the rodent work.
So, do I get to murder him?