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Comments

[exterminatory]

Yep. Nobody's made the training program yet that'll account for all the ways real life can get FUBAR. That's as true of pest control, and every other goddamn thing, I'm sure.

Was thinking more the forensics. Seems like somethin' you'd have to decide on early... not like a "I switched my major ten times and THEN fell into it," kinda deal.

[schrodingerskatz]

Hold that pest control thought, I wanna know more.

Anyway, when I was kid I liked fairness, and science. [ She chuckles. ] I could be a real argumentative little shit when I thought things weren't right. I think my parents would've loved it if I'd been a lawyer, but then you don't get to play in a lab much, so. Forensics just made sense.

Now, spill: why pest control?

[exterminatory]

Fairness, and science. [ His slow repeat could easily be construed for pure teasing, as much as what he says next; but the look that accompanies it is too sincerely bemused, his crooked smile too hinged on appreciation. ] Can see you slapping that on a placard, marching around town for sure.

Figure it takes a special sort of disciplined mind. [ And a strong stomach. But given what they touched on earlier, that doesn't seem remotely necessary to mention. ]

Alright, alright. Pest control. [ Straightening up, booming out those two words all Super Serious. Huffing out a dopey half-snort not a millisecond later. ]

So I grew up in cities, yeah? First Kiev, then New York. And I was always into architecture. To the point I'd be poking around all kinds'a buildings, from ritzy to functional to fallin' down around your ears. Encountered every type of gross bug and vermin you can imagine.

And I just... got real into the idea of clearing 'em out. Making structures a little healthier, spaces more liveable. Then I dropped out of college over here, and the rest is history.

Fascinating stuff, huh?

[schrodingerskatz]

[ Beverly snickers when Fet really leans into that baritone, appreciating the theatre of it. ]

Honestly? Yeah. I never thought about it as something you'd get into by way of architecture. Guess if I'm honest, I never thought much about it at all.

[exterminatory]

Say that's pretty normal, not thinking overmuch on pest control. 'Less you need it; then people tend to dwell on it alright.

[schrodingerskatz]

What's the most FUBAR thing you've seen on the job?

[exterminatory]

[ So this answer can go a bunch of ways. Funny's the way people usually want it, and he's got plenty of funny stories; though even those most ridic tend to have an element of gross, easily verging on too much for his listeners.

Fet knows he doesn't have to worry about too much, here. Neither is he looking to be a total downer. But it doesn't feel like hedging a big bet, that she can hear the reality and still keep on truckin'. ]

Animal hoarders. Overlap with ACC more'n you'd guess, 'cause lots of times, first inkling a landlord or neighbor gets is the bugs. Think it's just some crazy random influx of blow flies, when really there's heaps of rotting carcasses right on the other side of somebody's wall.

But one of the most fucked up? Guy illegally keeping lion cubs. In his flooded basement. All alive, 'cause the water was only about an inch high. But this dude was dumping cat kibble and raw meat straight onto the floor, all over the floor. And the flies, they did their thing. So the entire cellar was just a sea of vomitlicious wet mush, absolutely writhing with maggots.

[ A pause. ]

Don't tell me, though. You can beat that?

[schrodingerskatz]

Oh Jesus Christ, man. Were the lions okay?

[exterminatory]

Yeah, they made it out alright. Guess the guy was trying to sell 'em. Hadn't been down there all that long.

[schrodingerskatz]

Fuck. Small mercies.

We catch some weird cases. The guy growing mushrooms out of his victims -- that was pretty damn fucked up. [ She shakes her head. ] I think the one that got me most was the guy taking scalps for trophies, though. That was pretty early after I joined the Bureau. He was very ... well organized.

[exterminatory]

Mushrooms, huh? Wonder what that meant to him. Easy to chalk it up to pure crazy, and it freakin' is, to think about. But even a mouse displaying aberrant behavior don't do it for no reason.

As for scalps-guy, guess he'd have to be. Otherwise he'd find himself

[ oh no Fet don't do it don't be like this ]

in the wrong headspace.

[schrodingerskatz]

[ Beverly lets out a startled "Ha!" and then immediately grabs a napkin and throws it at him. ]

[exterminatory]

[ The crumpled ball bounces square off his chest. Not because he couldn't move, but because he knows he deserves not to. ]

You laughed, [ Fet observes needlessly. Grinning. ]