Pest controlled at #3 Rissa street
It was the craziest thing that happened today.
I was fixing myself up, getting ready to go to the office when suddenly I hear this noise outside. At first I thought it was a truck engine. Then it sounded more like a chainsaw cutting off our duhat tree. And then all of a sudden, a cloud of smoke was drifting outside the bedroom window. WTF?!? A little bit of curiosity and anxiety was piling up inside, so I got out of the bedroom and to the living room… which was all covered in smoke from the outside. And by the garage, there was a silhouette of a stranger fumigating our home! WTF?!?!
My youngest brother, who was inside my parents’ bedroom, was jokingly screaming, "We’re trapped! Halp! Halp!" I felt something stinging my nose. I didn’t know whether to laugh or sulk because of the smell.
It was like a Baygon bomb just fell from the sky and into our garage.
Now, the real story goes like this: my dad saw this guy fumigating a part of the road (the drainage system, perhaps?) and called him to fumigate our garage ‘coz he says there were a lot of mosquitoes outside (blame it on the plants, I guess). So there.
Wow, never thought we’d be "pest-controlled" in our own home. I thought that joke only applied here in the office (’coz we’re pests?). I thought wrong.
