Marry, Boff, Kill: The Pest Edition
Marry, Boff, Kill – or Tolerate, Self-Treat, Freak Out and Call Your Landlord.
I’ve been thinking about the trifecta of New York pests: Roaches, Mice, and Bed Bugs. All are crazy gross. None are really all that tolerable if you think about it. Landlords are legally obligated to protect us from all pests. One isolated bed bug is certainly much less of a menace than one isolated mouse. Why we freak out about bed bugs has been theorized about much elsewhere: it’s a new problem; it spreads quickly; they attack you at night, in your sleep, in your bed. Only bed bugs require you to replace expensive items of furniture.
I’ve not seen any mice yet (although apparently my next door neighbor saw one) so I can only speculate how I would react, but have had roaches since I moved in three years ago. Under the premise of the game, I suppose a gun is put to your head and you have to choose one hypothetical pest for each hypothetical reaction.
So here’s what I’d do:
Tolerate: ROACHES
Self-Treat: BED BUGS
FOACMLL: MICE
