Let's start with why I'm writing this post. I just moved back into a house I've owned for about ten years. My wife, son and I were in Baltimore for a couple years, and rented the house to some college kids in the interim. The tenants didn't do any real damage to the property while we were up North, but there was significant neglect in terms of the property upkeep.
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| Our "rancheriffic" abode -- a fixer-upper indeed. |
Let's just say there were bugs, lots of bugs. And this is the deep South. The bugs aren't to be trifled with down here. They're big and ornery. I've talked with people from different regions of the country who were thrown by the sheer volume of these things too. They're everywhere, and they find a new reason every season to come inside your home and make themselves comfortable.
When we got home, the bugs had taken over the place. I don't know if the tenants had been a little on the untidy side, or if it had to do with the fact that an exterminator hadn't come calling in 700+ days. Either way, something had to done. My family was not going to share a home with a million cockroaches and numerous unidentifiable creepy crawlies.

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