I’d leave messages. I’d talk to neighbors, send certified letters detailing the messages (dates & times) and before the week was up, call an exterminator have it handled and deduct it from my rent. I’d document everything. Sending it certified every time.
ahhhh… well I could offer up my place for the ladies, but seeing as how I’m living in the middle of a botched reno and have no kitchen, all food would have to be ‘waved or cold. BUT you could all have a good hearty laugh at my un-brownstonerly home! 🙂
I don’t know. I’d never sleep if there was something out of a Stephen King novel roaming around inside my ceiling.
Cargar, I’d freak, but if it didnt make it into my living space I wouldn’t be calling my landlord saying I wanted to move!
I’d leave messages. I’d talk to neighbors, send certified letters detailing the messages (dates & times) and before the week was up, call an exterminator have it handled and deduct it from my rent. I’d document everything. Sending it certified every time.
“The dang on thing is only in the ceiling”
Uhhh, Snaps? If that thing was a big old RAT, and that was your ceiling, you’d react how, exactly?
Dave, is next Saturday’s auction only of the Madoff’s jewelry or ALL of their personal possessions? I want to go just out of morbid curiosity.
ahhhh… well I could offer up my place for the ladies, but seeing as how I’m living in the middle of a botched reno and have no kitchen, all food would have to be ‘waved or cold. BUT you could all have a good hearty laugh at my un-brownstonerly home! 🙂
Ah, that poster is being a whiny baby. The dang on thing is only in the ceiling. I say build a bridge and get over it!
Lemme take a peek Cargar…
THL, exactly! Target can kiss the fattest part of my arse (which is all of it incidentally!).