Mister Gas Blog

I don’t like snakes. In fact, I hate snakes. They belong in the deep dark jungles or in a zoo somewhere behind very thick glass. When I saw the first one slither under our house, I was not amused. When I saw the second one sun himself on a rock near the house, I became really concerned. When I saw the third one curled up in my laundry basket in the basement, I freaked out. I called Las Vegas pest control to come over and handle the problem. I am not sharing my house or yard with a family of snakes, and I don’t care whether they are harmless or not. They have to leave.