This can't end well!

Part of the... charm... of buying a new house that backs to the woods is that it comes complete with its own set of tenants.... the multilegged, winged, downright creepy crawly kind. *shudder* So we immediately made an appointment with a local exterminator, and signed up for the annual plan. This is a four-season treatment that includes as many calls to the house as necessary, a fact that I'm grateful for after being informed by my DH that the basement is currently - quote - crawling .

We of course made sure to ask all the right questions about the treatments. No, noone has asthma. No kids, not pregnant, but we do have a widdle kitty. The technician goes about his merry way, bombing the hell out the place, placing traps.

When he's finished, he comes up to give me the recap, and tells me that he placed glue boards in the basement, and then proceeds to tell me how to free Oreo in case she gets stuck. (Our kitty is the very definition of curious... always poking her nose where it doesn't belong and playing with things she shouldn't. Do you think there's a chance of her NOT getting stuck?)

This cannot end well. :(

By the way, whatever you do, don't research the humane-ness of glue traps online. :( *sigh*