Radar Day

Every three months the apartments in our complex get inspected for bedbugs.  We had an infestation a few years ago (remember when the varmints were everywhere?)  Since then regular inspections became mandatory.  While I haven’t had any creepy crawlies since the first outbreak, I know if an apartment next to mine becomes infested, I’m at risk.  So, I’m glad to get the notice.  Not because I’m worried about parasites.  Oh, no.  I’m thrilled because I know Radar is coming.

boxelder bug

Eau de Stink Bug

Pest control companies train beagles to sniff out bedbugs.  They have a distinct odor.  Think back to your wayward youth.  If you ever smashed a boxelder bug, you’ll remember the stink.  I’ve been told bedbugs have a more refined bouquet, but similar.  It takes a nose of distinction and refinement to tell the difference.

These canine prima donnas require man-servants and Garbo-esque privacy in order to perform.  Soaps, chemicals and food must be sequestered.  Pets and their lowly accoutrements (food, litter boxes, doggie chews) must vacate the premises at least an hour before the Star’s arrival.  The only human allowed in the apartment with the Super Sniffer is his agent.  Tenants may wait outside at a discrete distance, behind queue barricades and ropes.

The cats and I camp out in my car—close enough to get a good look, but far enough away to avoid the heavy-handed security squad.  Since we never know when Radar will make his appearance (how can a hound of such stature be held to a timetable?) we have missed him on occasion.  Especially in the winter when we’re forced to keep the car warm by driving around the block.  And since Henry gets car sick, the Winter Radar Watch requires paper towels and baby wipes as well as the litter box.  Small price to pay for a gander at the infamous pup.

Radar Day 3Today provided perfect Radar-Watching weather.  We nabbed front-row seats across from our front door.  As you can see, Henry is in the throes of fan-girling at the thought of catching a glimpse.  This is Henry at his most excited.

Emmett, on the other hand, preferred to guard our luggage.  He understood how dangerous hoards of fans could be—and he already had Radar’s paw print.  *sniff*   Plus, the treats were in one of those bags, and if Henry wasn’t going to puke on this outing, there was a good chance the human would fall for some sad eyes and piteous mewling.  Emmett knows how to work a room.

Radar Day 6

 

Tension mounted as we waited.  First a leaf flew in from the moon roof.  Then, a snicker doodle, or hershey’s terrier, or one of those yappy fluff balls set to howling at the grass in his yard.  Henry, however, remained vigilant and undeterred. Radar Day 5

Our nerves at the point of snapping, we spotted the cavalcade of white and red Preferred Pest Control vans turning onto our street.  Our street!

Within moments, the entourage exited their vehicles, fingers pressed to their wireless headsets, in communication with Radar’s helicopter film crew.

And then… there he was!  Super Schnoz!  The Scourge of Cimex lectularius! Security hustled Radar into the building while we gawped.  Only luck and muscle spasms caused my camera to fire in time.

Radar Day 9

And just like that—it was all over.  How does one recover from a brush with greatness?  From the image of celebrity burned onto one’s retinas?

I guess, the way most fans do—with a sigh and a hearty deposit in the litter box.

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18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pegoleg
    Jul 10, 2015 @ 21:25:15

    Did Mr. Supahstar sniff out any unwelcome guests?

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  2. Lori Anne McMahon
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 03:08:50

    Love

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  3. David Kanigan
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 04:07:18

    Love the close. Still smiling.

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  4. Michelle at The Green Study
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 07:07:42

    This is great, Sandy – loved that you turned an inconvenience into a very entertaining tale!

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  5. Penny
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 07:57:50

    Hahaha… This made me chuckle! I think you had fun writing it!

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  6. LindaNoel
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 09:03:28

    SandySue, you MUST sell this! Such journalistic photo-composition! Such Delightful Writing that I spontaneously widened my eyes to not miss anything, so compelled I was to ride along with the flow! So elegant that there were no “filler” words, and your adjectival phrases made my head shake a double-take with silent “wow!” pursing my lips! I have just copied it to my WordPad and Saved each ‘a-picture-says-just-as-many-words-as-required,-no-more’ photos. May I put them together in an email to my 2 sisters and a couple of cat-loving friends — with The Author’s name, of course. ???

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  7. Littlesundog
    Jul 11, 2015 @ 09:34:41

    Emmett seems to be quite the resourceful opportunist… ya gotta love him for that! It sounds like it was a grand day with perfect timing to catch a brief glimpse of this ace big shot. Thanks for the visual – I felt included in those fabulous car seats!! 🙂

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