Just moved into a beautiful new place. 35th floor, with a view of the harbor and Toronto skyline that would make a painter drool. Really big place, too, with a perfect layout. It’s right in the city, right over a subway station, nice neighborhood, just perfect…
Except, of course, for the fact that we’re sharing it with fucking Alvin the Ant and fifty million of his best fucking friends!!!
Yes, the place is overrun with ants. Hundreds, thousands, possibily millions of ants, ants in the bedrooms, ants in the kitchen. They’re tiny little brownish ants, nearly invisible. We have identified them as Pharaoh ants, Monomorium pharaonis, which apparently love apartment buildings. And naturally, the little bastards are hard to kill, because if you spray them they get frightened and start new nests with new queens. Oh, isn’t that just fucking loverly? And did I mention they won’t take most commercially available baits?
And so what does the superintendent do about this? Well, here you go:
INT. - SUPER’S OFFICE - FRIDAY MORNING, AUGUST 2
RICKJAY enters.
RICKJAY
There are ants in my apartment.
SUPER
Here, sign this form.
RICKJAY
When are they going to kill the ants?
SUPER
I dunno, next week I guess.
RICKJAY
How did they get here? How long have they been here?
SUPER
We think maybe in dog food. It’s not a problem.* (DIRECT QUOTE)
RICKJAY
Of course it’s a problem. There are ants in my apartment. What do you mean dog food? That isn’t what I read.
SUPER
Yeah, okay.
So it’s Tuesday, August 6, and have the exterminators been called? NOPE! Four days later, and how many babies do you think the queen momma ant(s) have had since then? Fifty zillion? Based on the way the ants are rallying, I’d say that’s a good guess! So I call again today. “Maybe they get there on Thursday.” says the super, by which time I will be knee deep in ants. Oh, and did I mention these ants are known to nest in furniture? It’s that just fucking wonderful? My new bed I paid a thousand dollars for just became an ant bus.
So I start talking to the other residents. Guess what? They all have ants, too! Whaddyafuckinknow, huh? Gosh, that’s a shock. And some for a FUCKING YEAR WITH THE FUCKING ANTS. And you know what building management does? Nothing! Jack-diddly-fuck! If someone complains loud enough they send an exterminator to bait the ONE apartment. There has never been a buildingwide extermination effort, which of course is the only effort that will work.
Well, that’s A) illegal, and B) disgusting. The LAW says they have to eliminate the vermin with all speed and there’s no legal excuse not to. But I figure, shit, maybe I’m expecting too much. Maybe bugs are part of living in the big city. So Mrs. RickJay calls the Toronto city government people.
MRS. RICKJAY
Hello, I moved into a new apartment and there are ants here.
WOMAN AT CITY HALL
There are what there?
MRS. RICKJAY
Ants.
WOMAN AT CITY HALL
There are ANTS in your apartment? Eww. How long have they been there?
MRS. RICKJAY
A year.
WOMAN AT CITY HALL
There have been ants in the apartment for a YEAR?
MRS. RICKJAY
So we hear. What do we…
WOMAN AT CITY HALL
We’re sending a health inspector right away. That’s disgusting.
So apparently I AM living in Ant Central, and my slovenly landlord has done next to nothing to eradicate this problem. The lazy old couple who’re the supers in my building, who don’t bother calling the exterminator for days (and apparently sometimes weeks) after getting complaints have allowed the hideous little fuckers to multiply and spread throughout my building. My beautiful, clean apartment is infested with disgusting, gross bugs. Had they done something before maybe it would have been solved easily, but noooo, and now we may face a year-long battle. Of course, since the fucking things could be in my furniture, if I move I could take them with me and I’d have to go to the Housing Tribunal to have the lease broken anyway.
So in review:
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I am paying good money for a three bedroom apartment infested with disgusting insects.
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I was not informed there was an ant problem despite SPECIFICALLY ASKING before I signed the lease if the building had any pest problems, so not only am I getting illegally screwed, I was defrauded.
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My landlord is apparently too busy to clean up the fucking ants and now there are ants in my goddamn food.
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I am going to fucking sue. I am going to sue for rent abatement, I am going to sue for damages if I find my furniture infested, and I am going to sue for a city and/or provincial order of extermination, and when I mean “extermination,” I mean no ants in my apartment, ever. None of the bullshit other residents have gone through where they treat it once and it’s okay for two months but the ants come back because they didn’t do followup.
You vile, dirty motherfuckers, making my apartment filthy and gross with your inhuman, putrid ways. And fuck the ants, too.