Frying Friday

Anybody see where our frying pan went?

Oh, it's under the stove sitting in a pile of rotting food and pest conducive conditions.

Oh... Well what about the rice cooker?

Have a nice Friday from Ew York City.

'Cuz I'm Gappy!

Sometimes I think the rats pay off the contractors, something like, "Hey, here's some cash to make sure the doors you install have plenty of gap room underneath.  We just need an inch.  Take care of this for us."

This is actually the front door to restaurant downtown.  How in the world are we supposed to keep rodents and hobbit children out of your establishment?

Fortunately after much blood, sweat, and screws, we were able to get door sweeps attached to these doors which have done much to help.  But ain't nothing like the real thing baby, and if the original doors had been installed more strategically, well that'd be just peachy.  Peachier.

Ew York City is crawling under your door tomorrow.  Crush us.

Jimmy Jam Pipe Collective

I may sound like a broken mP3 file, but these pipes are just totally insane.

This a perfect design to capture food debris and garbage.

The only way to solve these sort of situations is to have regularly scheduled deep cleanings.

My dad used to say, "Only brush the teeth you want to keep."

You've got to have your team get back in here, face down in the muck, and pick out this garbage and clean out this smut!

Otherwise, the flies the flies the flies the roaches and the flies.

I'm serious.

Ew York City will be crawling through your area code soon.

Drain me

Yes, this is a nasty picture.  But it's your drain.

"Really?  That's a drain in my restaurant?  I don't believe you."

Well how would you know if you never get down and check it out?

"(Humble silence.  Deep soul searching.  Remorse and repentance.)"

And that, boys and girls, is today's episode of Ew York City.

We'll be back.

Happy Halloween from Ew York City

Why are you storing your bread in the basement boiler room?

What are you doing?

Where are you?

I don't understand what you're doing?

Who eats?  Who eats?

Nightmare on Nightmare Street Nightmare

In honor of today being Halloween Eve, I thought I'd give us all a nightmare.

Really?  This is how you leave your storage closet?  Full of trash, clutter, chairs, printer paper, paper bags, plastic bags, bags of bags, and bags.  And you expect me to go in there and exterminate?   With what my elastic arms?  And you expect me to believe that your team goes in there regularly and cleans?  With what, their elastic cleaner wand from Duck Island?  And you expect-

Sorry, I haven't eaten breakfast yet; kinda cranky.

Anyway, I hope if you ever see things like this, you'll close your eyes, click your heels together, and say three times fast: "There's no place like clutter for a pest's home.  There's no place like clutter for a pest's home."

Let's dream of a day when our clutter nightmares are a distant vision in the rear view mirror of our cloud cars.

Work on it!

Ew York City will be haunting you tomorrow.

Go to the ant

Another one of my old bad photos from my previous phone, I apologize in advance.  The newer photos are coming.

There was a roof top bar in SoHo that had an ant infestation.  Instead of applying traditional products I decided to go with a bait product.

Ants are amazing communicators with one another, and it was but a few minutes after the first ant discovered my bait that dozens and then hundreds of others began to scoop it up and take it back to the Queen.

And then, the ants were gone.

I actually really, really like ants, so it's tough for me to wipe out a whole colony.  But I'm often reminded that there really is no stopping these guys.  You can learn a lot from watching them.

Ew York City will be crawling back your way soon.