Do you guys give warranty for mosquito treatments?
Also when you get a call for mosquitos and the house is one of those houses in deep woods, what do you do? When you know the mosquitos are going to return within a week?
Products I use
-Dragnet
-Suspend
-Garlic spray
I’m not sure when this started but I never used to feel this way but I’ve noticed when someone I’m not very close to, especially someone who I feel has some authority over me or someone I get nervous around is talking to me and I’m listening and maintaining eye contact, I suddenly feel like my eyes are about to twitch or like my face is about to scrunch so I have to look to the side and pretending like I’m thinking deeply of what they are saying.
I used to think the show was ruined for good just because the payoff wasn’t the best but honestly when rewatching, even though I knew how it ended, every episode and season was euphoric, I wasn’t even mad when watching season 8. I just accepted it for what it was and gladly watched it. Also I think we are too hard on D&D, at the end of the day they still gave us GoT so whatever. And lastly, Season 8 wasn’t all bad, it had good moments. It is what it is. I said what I said.
I drive a 2016 Infiniti qx50 with 130,000 Km
Think about how many fights start because someone called another person a bitch, mocked them, or said something deliberately humiliating. When that happens, people usually understand that the fight wasn’t literally about a collection of letters. It was about the disrespect, hostility, and meaning behind what was said.
Nobody seriously argues that all words are meaningless just because they’re “only words.”
But when a Black person gets angry after being deliberately called the N word, suddenly some of those same people become philosophers: “You’re really going to fight over a word?”
Think about how many fights start because someone called another person a bitch, insulted their mother, disrespected their girlfriend, mocked them, or said something deliberately humiliating. When that happens, people usually understand that the fight wasn’t literally about a collection of letters. It was about the disrespect, hostility, and meaning behind what was said.
Nobody seriously argues that all words are meaningless just because they’re “only words.”
But when a Black person gets angry after being deliberately called the N word, suddenly some of those same people become philosophers: “You’re really going to fight over a word?”
For me this is what happened.
To make this easier, I’ll call the acquaintance Joe.
This happened back in 2015 when I was 18. It was my last year of high school. Exams were already done, so we were basically just waiting around for graduation.
So this guy Joe wasn’t really my friend. He was more of a high school acquaintance. We knew each other all throughout high school, and in Grade 12 we became a little closer because we had gym together and always played sports. He always seemed a little sketchy, but he was friendly, pretty popular, and one of the cooler guys, so you never really thought much of it.
I’ve always been a huge car guy, and at the time I only had my learner’s permit. One day Joe came to school telling everyone he had bought a Lexus RCF. He offered to take me and a few of my friends for a drive, and honestly it was a fun. After that we started hanging out every now and then.
Fast forward a little bit. One night midnight. I was hanging out with my best friend when Joe called. He said his girlfriend had just broken up with him and he wasn’t feeling right. He asked if we wanted to come for a drive because he needed to clear his head.
We said sure.
The second we got in the car, though, something felt off. His rearview mirror was broken and hanging . We asked what happened, and he casually said he punched it off because he was so angry about the breakup.
My friend and I spent the next ten minutes trying to cheer him up, making jokes and talking, but he wasn’t really responding.
Then he said he had to pick up one of his buddies.
After we picked him up, we drove for a few more minutes, and then completely out of nowhere Joe goes,
“You guys wanna hit a lick?”
For anyone who doesn’t know, that’s slang for robbing someone.
Me and my buddy just started laughing because we thought he was joking.
Then we realized… he wasn’t joking.
He and his friend started seriously planning it right in front of us.
That’s the moment I remembered mber thinking, Holy shit… what if we get caught by the cops? What if this dealer has a weapon or does something crazy?
At that point I honestly didn’t know what to do. We were already in the car, it was the middle of the night, and I figured the smartest thing was just to stay calm and not make the situation worse.
Joe then tells us he’d started doing cocaine recently, had run out, and was about to meet his dealer.
When we got to the meeting spot, he told us if the dealer tried getting into the back seat, we should act like there wasn’t any room.
Sure enough, that’s exactly what happened.
The dealer came over, tried opening the back door, and we told him it was full. So he walked around to the driver’s side and leaned almost his whole upper body into the car while showing Joe the different bags.
Then, out of nowhere, Joe punched him in the face, grabbed the bag, handed it to his buddy, and took off.
I looked behind us and saw the dealer sprint back to his own car.
That was easily the scariest moment of the whole night.
Joe started flying through red lights, hopping curbs, and driving like an absolute maniac trying to lose him.
The whole time, me and my friend didn’t say a single word. We were just sitting there in complete shock.
Meanwhile Joe just kept yelling,
“Don’t fucking tell anyone! Don’t fucking tell anyone!”
Eventually we lost the dealer.
Joe pulled over, and while me and my buddy were just sitting there wanting to go home, he and his friend started counting the bags they had stolen. There were around ten of them.
Then they started arguing because Joe thought his buddy had stolen one of the bags, but after a minute they realized everything was there.
Eventually they dropped us off.
As we got out, Joe looked at us and said,
“That was crazy, wasn’t it?”
Me and my buddy just went, “Yeah…”
Then he says, “If you guys are down, we should plan another one sometime.”
Over the next couple of days I blocked his number and never spoke to him again.
Looking back, the chase wasn’t even the scariest part. The scariest part was sitting there while the dealer was leaning into the car, knowing exactly what was about to happen and realizing I was stuck in it whether I wanted to be or not.
When was a time u found yourself in a dangerous situation without knowing until it was almost too late, & had to keep your composure, calm your nerves & play it cool just to make it out with your body or mind intact?
Be as ludicrous as you can.