Thursday, March 11, 2010
I was a happy TV viewer last night, Billy is back. Billy's full name is Billy the Exterminator. Billy is a man's man (well, if you have any type of unwanted varmint invading your personal space...and I don't mean an old boyfriend).
Billy and his brother, Ricky are from Louisiana and are exterminators for the family business, animal hitmen if you will. Every Wednesday night they tackle a new and exciting extermination, from bats to snakes and everything in between.
Last night they went on a call to a funeral home where they were having a little bitty problem with an extremely large and venomous rattlesnake. During a storm the night before the snake had slithered in under the door of the crematorium and was hiding in a corner. Now that would frighten any of us mere mortals to death, I was actually holding my breath and recoiling on my couch. But Billy and his slightly less brave brother handled the situation without too much screaming.
The conversation went a little like this: "Dude, that was a big one, Dude he almost bit me, Dude, that was a little scary". But, Dude, they did it. my heroes.
I know that many would call Billy, his big-haired mama, and the rest of his family rednecks. Well, I can't really deny that they are, but, boy, do I love taking a peek at their weird lives. Anyone who will travel for hours to trap and relocate a nasty little creature is welcome in my living room, via the television set, any day of the week.
So, if you happen upon unwanted varmints in your home or thereabouts call Billy, he won't let you down. He even gives the Verminators a run for their money.