Well, it came up termites at our house the other day and I’m not sure the subject belongs in this column: such arts as the termites have are, nefarious and their manners are atrocious. True, they eat silently but-oh, boy!-effectively. What I mean is when you put your foot down in the living room and suddenly find you are in the cellar, that’s going too far.
After the first moments of panic, we ‘phoned the termite people and a crew of carpenters. There was some explanation of it being Sunday and golden hour rates, but I was in no mood to bargain. “Just get here right away,” was all I asked. I knew a fellow who would give me a third mortgage on the house for only 10 per cent a month.




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