THE RESULTS:
She dinged me on the tiny gnats. Blamed it on my red cart (which didn't look clean), the cat food bowls (which they're not attracted to), & my trash... which she gave me until she left the floor to get it out of the building... I was not exactly prepared to do so & in hindsight I really should have removed it yesterday or earlier today. But with her fueling my adrenalin, managed for the 1st time in a couple years to take that bag down & around the side to put it in the dumpster.
She's telling me how my fly catching strip wasn't "good enough" & how they could "spread to other units" but later I'm thinking these ain't those bugs & how do we know these didn't come from someone else? You know?
So anywho, I grab the bag, tie it, & get downstairs. Won't fit in the trash thing by the street, so around the side I go... while needing a few sitting rests. Get back in, check my mail & food discards & back up. And I greet her at the elevator. She's likely pleased I got out & did what she asked & I'm worn out & couldn't respond when she says "Good seeing you again." Silence is golden in my case.
She didn't pick over the floors - & she better not as I wiped them over 3 times. She didn't see the cat pan bag I hadn't taken out yet - it was hidden in plain sight & thanks to Tidy Cat, wasn't odiferous. I had the mop I'd been using in the bucket with water & clothes soap in the tub because otherwise it would be stinking it up... It really needs bleached. And something I bought last week was used to hide some stuff where it wouldn't be seen.
No remark about the blind or the moved tubs. But man did she home in on the flies. The red cart got a clear & wipedown. Found mold growing under the cutting board. Bleaching the dickens out of that. It's bamboo.
I missed the empty cat food can & drip of melted cheese on the inside of the oven window & she also missed them. She looked in the fridge, oven, & I think 1 cabinet door. Did not look in any closets (dammit).
I need some red paint for the cart to repair what has now come off it. Probably a little thing of Rustoleum will do.
Had my crock pot going & ran the bread machine. She arrived by 1:14 p.m. & was done with the floor at 1:44. I held off using the toilet because of her. And she has maintained the tradition of not being my favorite person.

