I hate every time I start writing it sounds like something between the opening verse of "Born Under A Bad Sign" and "Gloom, Despair, And Agony On Me"... With the exception to the roof crap in the homeowners insurance thread, most of the rest of this relates to why it feels like I have a code book stuck up my behind cross ways.
The witch up the street has a "natural pollinator garden" built in her front yard. It's a six foot tall brush pile. The code says it's supposed to be all native species, but it's exotic orchids and hybridized sunflowers, and the property maintenance inspector says he can't identify any of the plants, and refuses to find anyone who can.
The property maintenance inspector claims he can't do anything about it, but he's writing me tickets for growing tomatoes in my backyard. The witch feeds animals every night and is proud that she discovered opossums love bananas. I don't know what she is feeding the coyotes, but they showed up too.
We never had chipmunks in 60 years, and thanks to the sunflowers in the brush pile, we now we have a legion of them. They are digging under driveways, sidewalks, and foundations, running constantly between the brush pile and the burrows they make on neighboring properties, stockpiling sunflower seeds.
The chipmunks are doing thousands of dollars of damage to our cars, every year, eating wiring harnesses and rusting out fuel tanks on which they make their nests, and pee sulfuric acid.
The property maintenance inspector says that if a chipmunk doesn't jump up and kiss him on the end of the nose, then he didn't see it, and if he didn't see it, he can't do anything about it. He will not accept photos or video from the person filing the complaint.
Animal Control says they're native species and they can do nothing.
Vector Control handed me a stack of rat traps and glue boards and said I can't use them outside because they could catch unintended animals. I'm supposed to invite the chipmunks into my home and have them lay down on the traps.
Conservation says they are native species and entitled to live here. It's only illegal to feed them more than several hundred feet from your house, because the law is designed to prohibit chumming deer to a kill area. They were the ones suggesting some predators would move in to take care of the problem. I can get a squirrel hunting permit from the state, after a couple hundred dollars in hunter education, but they'll arrest me for discharging a firearm anywhere in the county other than a shooting range.
The Health Department says that if I get bit and come down with a disease, they can declare it a health emergency.
They will run into the downspouts to hide and I was trapping them and driving them across the river. That was before a thousand dollars for the last gas tank repair. The sobs never kicked in to pay for gas. State law prohibits relocation, just like @
contender said. I've been on the receiving end of a lot of citations, so I sat down and read the book, and it says that the property owner is solely responsible for dealing with an infestation of pests. I can't afford to pay someone to do it for me.
The one source of humor is that I can call the county to haul away the carcass, and they are going to get a call for every single one. They'll have a record of the pickup and the bill from the subcontractor who is getting premium money. And after a couple thousand dollars, they might see a pattern that will indicate there is an infestation in need of a declaration of an emergency and extermination.
Alternately, one of the other neighbors came up with a str4ategy for a different problem:
"Do exactly the opposite of what you want to do to solve the problem and make everything so much worse that someone has to do something."
I could use about a half a dozen black rat snakes, seven foot long. I walk up the street and start hurling those things into the brush pile. The witch comes out screaming, and she'll have the fricking national guard in there within thirty minutes with flame throwers and bulldozers, leveling the brush pile to clear out those snakes.