As it had only been a week since I’d last
prepared my place for the exterminator, I figured on Monday morning that there
would be less work getting ready, so I took a little time after yoga for song
practice. Once I started my preparations, the only really time consuming chore
was vacuuming my couch. It’s amazing how much cat hair shows up on a black
futon when one’s cats have white bellies.
When
the Orkin guy came just before 11:00, he asked me to move my bedroom futon out
into the living room.
On
my way out, I talked to my new neighbour Greg. He was getting his place sprayed
for cockroaches but told me he’d only seen a few “teenagers”.
I
rode over concrete that was blazing in the midday sun, up to Yonge and Manor. I
then headed east, dipping down the southern streets to Belize. This was the
first neighbourhoody area that I’d explored north of the graveyard. Everything
else had been mostly high-rise apartment buildings. This residential section
was a bit of a rollercoaster maze of dipping, turning shorter streets.
I
rode into the parking lot of the Anglican Church of the Transfiguration and
looked around in curiosity but it didn’t transfigure while I was there, so
either the transfiguration already occurred or else the transfiguration is
pending.
When
I got home I’d eaten up almost half the four hours I was supposed to stay away
from my apartment. The kitchen isn’t sprayed during these bedbug treatments, so
not many of the fumes had crept out from the living room. I had laundry that
I’d washed, rinsed and drained by the time the technician had come and so I
thought I’d better take advantage of the nice weather and get my wet things
hung up on the railing out back.
After
that I took a chair out on the deck and sat out there for half an hour or so. I
went back inside an hour before I was supposed to but the air didn’t feel that
toxic.
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