People say, “We don’t have tarantulas in Colorado!” Well we don’t usually…
“Can you please send someone over right away. We have tarantulas in our produce section!” exclaimed the agitated grocery store manager. “And may I speak to someone. It’s urgent. We have frightened customers! One of them is causing a huge scene. We’ve got to do something quickly!”
Tom listened to the store manager anxiously described the situation. “I am happy to get right over to your store,” he replied. “However, I highly doubt you have tarantulas. Sometimes, people see wolf spiders, which can actually get fairly large, and think they are tarantulas. Not to worry. I’ll be right over.”
Dressed in plain clothes so he wouldn’t further alarm any of the customers, Tom conducted a thorough search of the banana section. Sure enough, he found a tarantula. The poor thing had hitched a very long ride all the way from the much warmer, tropical regions of Central America. He must have been snug and secure traveling such a long distance, nestled between the bananas.
Very carefully Tom removed the creature, placed it in a grocery store baggie and carefully brought it in for all the pest control geeks in the office to admire and observe. The tarantula actually didn’t last long, probably due to the effects of such a long journey.
We actually we do have mini tarantulas in southeastern Colorado but, as a general rule, we don’t have them in the Denver Metro area. Sometimes people may see wolf spiders and think they are tarantulas due to their size and appearance.
In all his years, this was Tom’s only experience with tarantulas. It was just another new, exciting adventure in pest control.
“There is a mouse in my house and it’s coming after me!” came the distressed voice on the phone. “It’s just staring at me! Please come quick! I am beyond scared!”
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. I can’t come this afternoon, but I can be there first thing in the morning.” Tom said.
“No! Please, I’ll pay you extra. I need you to come immediately.” she pleaded.
“Please don’t panic, ma’am. The mouse can’t be staring at you since it really only sees shapes and shadows. He is probably more afraid of you than you are of him. I promise I will be there first thing in the morning.”
So, just as he promised, bright and early, Tom stood on her porch ringing her doorbell. He waited and rang again. Putting his ear close to the door he could hear a muffled response and shuffling furniture.
“Just a minute!” she called out.
Finally the door opened and there stood his customer on a chair. As he stepped into the house, he noticed a line of chairs, stools, ottomans, and other furniture coming from the kitchen.
“Oh I have been a nervous wreck. I’m so glad you are here. I haven’t set foot on the floor since I first saw the mouse staring at me. I couldn’t sleep and spent the night on the kitchen table.”
In his usual confident manner, Tom set about his task of pest control. And to help ease her fears, he carefully explained what he was doing, what she could expect, and told her multiple times that she was in no real danger of mouse attack. She had done the right thing by calling, and he reassured her that she could actually walk around on the floors in her home.
This unreasonable fear of mice is called musophobia. It is best treated with therapy. Tom returned to her home in a few days to check the problem and happily reported that his treatment was a success. We never did hear if the customer went for therapy.
For information on Rodent Pest Control please call 303-706-9616. Thank You!
Isn’t it interesting how we tend to be on our best behavior around ministers, pastors, nuns, and people we consider religious? It’s like they have a closer connection with the Almighty and might tell him if we do something wrong.
As the story goes, anyone can experienced a mouse problem, even the good Sisters at the church down the street. On this particular job, Chris throughly inspected all areas of the church, looking for mouse activity in potential locations.
Entering the main office he wanted to check in the space above the ceiling tiles, to see if the mice may be nesting there. When he walked in he saw a nun busily working at her desk. She looked up and smiled pleasantly.
“Good morning, Sister. I’m conducting an inspection for the mice, and I just need to check the ceiling void.”
“You go right ahead.” she smiled. “It’s a big office and you won’t bother me.”
Unfolding the ladder, he climbed up and with both hands lifted the ceiling tile to move it aside. All of the sudden a mouse ran down his lifted arm, across his face, and down his other arm, jumping off and scurrying away.
Wow! Was he startled! He opened his mouth to cry out then realized where he was and who was in the room. Repressing his first impulse to swear he loudly shouted,
It’s such a pleasure to work with understanding clients.
For information on Rodent Pest Control, please contact Colorado Pest Management at 303-706-9616. Thank you!
Did you know the dome of the Colorado Capitol Building is gold? Well actually it is gold plate. According to Wikipedia, the structure was constructed in the 1890’s from Colorado white granite and its distinctive gold dome consists of real gold plate. You can imagine the corrosive nature of pigeon droppings on such a fine, precious metal. Pigeon poop is unsightly, can smell bad in large amounts, and can attract insects.
This is a story about pigeon birth control, a sweet little old lady, and doing what it takes to get the job done.
Many years ago, the State of Colorado hired Tom to eliminate the pigeons at the Colorado Capitol Building. This was long before 9/11 and security measures were not quite what they are now. At that time, visitors could hike up and up the spiral stairs into the dome, stepping outside to enjoy a vast, spectacular view of the surrounding buildings, and beyond to the distant Rocky Mountains. It is a stunning panorama.
A good pest control operator must determine pigeon nesting areas before effectively treating a pigeon problem. That was exactly what Tom was doing for several days in a row as he endured the steep, winding assent to the top of the dome. With binoculars in hand he always took a moment to admire the breathtaking view from the top before he patiently began observing the roosting pigeons and watched their flight patterns. This job proved to be pretty tricky, and he found he was having some difficulty locating the nests.
One day, the security guard approached Tom, with a stern inquiry, “Hey buddy! What the heck are you doing with the binoculars?” The guy was suspicious of Tom’s behavior and definitely imposing his authority, poised for action. Quickly Tom produced his Company ID and explained that he was a State contractor, simply trying to help take care of the pigeon problem. After further explanations, the guard relaxed and wanted to know more about this interesting process. Putting two and two together, the guard had a brilliant idea. He told Tom about a woman who sat everyday on a bench in the park area down below, gently and lovingly feeding her dear pigeons.
What a brilliant solution! Since he could not locate the nests, Tom decided to lace some corn with a birth control type substance designed for birds and join the sweet lady in her daily pigeon feeding session. So the next day, Tom found the woman, joined her on the park bench, and began throwing out his “special” corn. The lady was so impressed with this sweet young man who cared so much about her pigeon friends. She turned to him smiling and said, “You are such a kind young man to help me feed the birds.”
Once again, Tom got the job done, made a couple of new friends, and solved this major problems for our beloved State of Colorado.
For information on Pigeon Pest Control, please contact Colorado Pest Management at 303-706-9616. Thank you!
Disclaimer: Never touch a bat that looks sick or is not moving.
NOTE: Bats are a valuable species and are protected in many states. Colorado Pest Management does not advocate bat extermination. The events in this story occurred long before current awareness of bat conservation in Colorado.
Picture one of those functional, suburban apartment buildings, usually 4 stories, brick exterior, with interior hallways. They are often grouped with several similar buildings on a city block with a strip mall nearby. Nothing too exciting or glamorous, but they provide reasonably priced homes for families of all types and sizes.
On this particular day, Tom was called to take care of bats in one of these buildings. Yes, really! Bats were in the hallway of the fourth floor! Imagine the fear and loathing of having bats in your hallway!
When Tom arrived, he noticed about 35 people standing around the entrance doorway. As he drove up in his pest control truck, everyone was so relieved to see that help had finally arrived that a cheer arose from the crowd. The manager explained that the bats were dive-bombing people in the hallway, so he had to evacuate the entire fourth floor. People couldn’t even get into their homes after a hard day of work. In fact even some of the third floor residents were also gathered outside. Some people were crying and one woman was even screaming. Wow!
So Tom in his infinite, practical wisdom asked if anyone had a tennis racket. “Yes” a young woman cried out. “I live on the third floor and can get it without being attacked.” So off she went, and she soon returned with tennis racket in hand.
Tom had always been a pretty good shot, and had excellent hand-eye coordination. Forget the usual tools of the pest control trade, he was going to conquer the enemy with a tennis racket.
Very carefully he crept into the fourth floor hallway and began to look around. Whosh! The first bat swooped down on him. Whack! Tom batted it down with the racket. He landed such a fierce blow that the bat was definitely terminated. Out of the corner of his eye he saw another bat honing in on him. Whack! Again, Tom claimed victory. This minor skirmish between man and beast continued for about a half hour. Finally the attacks stopped coming. The bats were defeated and the battle was won.
Bats have sonar but they are not faster than a tennis racket. That’s a fact.
Once again, Tom to the rescue! With gloved hands he carefully placed the evidence into a trash bag and sealed it shut. One final look around and he knew that his job was done.
As he emerged from the building a loud cheer arose from the crowd. Everyone patted him on the back, cheered his victory, and wanted to buy Tom a beer and celebrate.
For information on bat removal from your property contact Colorado Pest Management -303 706 9616
One of the design firms in Denver is located in an old, renovated building that was built in 1870 in downtown Denver. The owner called Tom and asked him to come out to take care of a mouse problem. So he made the appointment and arrived as planned
The owner mentioned that he had been hearing some strange noises coming from the basement. Then he opened this trap door in the floor, revealing some very narrow, steep steps downward on what was not much more than a ladder. Damp odors rose out of the darkness as Tom started to descend. He confessed later that he was more than a little creeped out.
He found the pull chain to turn on the overhead light, which was just a bare bulb that hardly illuminated the space. Slowly he made his way into the next room, pulling the light switch chain to turn on the next light. As he moved around he began inspecting for signs of mouse activity. He could see a connecting room, which was also dark.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, everything went pitch black. With heart pounding, Tom froze for a few seconds. As with all good pest control operators, he had a high beam flashlight, which he used to find his way back up the ladder. With trembling hands, he forced the trap door open and emerged once again into the daylight and a room full of laughing faces. One guy said, “Well, you were not as afraid as the plumber was last week.” He had turned off the basement lights as a joke just to make his coworkers laugh.
Ha Ha! Some joke. So you may ask, “Did he finish the job?” Yes. Of course! He treated the space for mice, in spite of the stupid prank. His good customer service also led to a long-term relationship as he continued to help them with their pest control concerns.
When my husband and I attend parties and people discover he has been an exterminator for 37 years in the Denver area, they are first fascinated by the topic, and then enthralled by his stories. No one can tell a story like Tom.
Like the time he cornered a very large rat in an ancient basement under some old buildings in LoDo. The rat drew itself up to full height, flashed its substantial teeth, and belted out a deafening high-pitched screech. Yes, Tom high-tailed it out of there.
Some places become so infested with cockroaches that when he starts the treatment, the cockroaches literally shower down from the ceiling. Tom says it sounds like rain.
Or the time he was doing a pigeon job in Larimer Square, when some construction was going on. The pigeons were picking up nails in their beaks, landing on the tall buildings, and then dropping nails on the pedestrians below.
Once he was spraying a house for spiders and had to crawl under the house. When he came out of the crawl space, he was covered in Black Widow Spiders.
Several times he has observed residents with pet rats. They love these little pets so much that they let them wander freely. When that happens in an apartment building, the neighbors better watch out!
What entertaining stories he has. We love to listen but get the creeps at the same time.
Stay tuned for more adventures in pest control.