Which is why I want pest control to do every inch of this place when they show up.
No spiders, no beetles, no roaches, no ants. Period. Nothing with more than four legs is going to live long in THIS apartment!
What makes it worse is that the neighbor refuses to allow pest control into her place. So I have to keep spraying the baseboard on the common wall. *sheesh* And no, she isn’t Buddist. Just a doo-doo head.
The various species that we call “bugs” don’t bother me.
My definition of “pest control” would probably be akin to murder.