A polite greeting is what starts it all. As most Aussies, including Sydney residents, know, the familiar opening line is; g’day.
It’s a pleasant icebreaker to distressed or concerned Sydney folks. These are the privileged folks who own or rent their own premises in and around the Sydney metro area. It’s pretty pricey to be living and operating out here, but it’s all very worthwhile. Business booms and the good life prevails.
But not so fast, blokes. A business can go bust and domestic life can be hell when you’re sitting with a pestilential rodent infestation problem. They have the bait and they even have the weapons. Not the rodents, but the experienced and licensed pest controllers in Sydney. Rodents’ sharp teeth, wispy tails and sniveling snouts are no match for these blokes’ deadly bait.
When you call your local pest controller, you get what you deserve. The rats get what they deserve as well. You get a fair deal. The best they’ve got to look forward to is dying a slow death. Flat on their backs and out cold, lights out for good. A fair price is charged to get rid of this pestilential problem. Flat rates are charged to make sure that those blighters are flat on their backs for once and for all. Small, medium sized or bloody huge, it does not matter what the size of your residential or industrial premises is. Licensed and experienced pest control service providers dust the premises good and proper.
Done and dusted.
Standard procedures include a standard warranty.
The price you see is the price you will be paying going forward.
What you see is what you get. Dead rats at flat rates everywhere. Well, not quite, chaps.
A smoke ’em out process is set in motion. Whether you’ve seen them before or your pest controller scours the turf, thereafter baiting stations are laid out. The bait installed doses the rodents to a slow and torturous death. The bait includes a chemical that causes dehydration in the rodents. It needs to scurry away off the premises to go and find much needed water. Panic sets in as the creatures leave the premises.
Then they doze off and slowly nod off and die.
For pestilential problems and frustrations, Aussies in general, blokes and their missuses, will have dictionaries of choice expletives handy to voice their anger and frustration. Rats and their like-bodied species may only have one word in their rodent brains once they’ve realized they’ve nibbled on choice poison.
But Sydney’s metro and its outskirts have many other pestilential problems too. It does not take very long to leave the city limits to get out there in the out-back. It takes even quicker for bats and desert roaches and hoppers to enter the city. It’s a pretty attractive place to live. Plenty of food and muck about, you see.