"Exterminator", The strange man said. Standing outside my apartment.

"I didn't call for one", I said. "Well if no one called one then why am I here?", The man said in his dry raspy voice.

He wore a grey jumpsuit with a black leather apron with rubber gloves and boots to match. The apron had "Buzz Off!" Written on it. Most notable was his mask. He wore a strange red ant gas mask.  I couldn't see his eyes through those yellow lenses.

"Who are you?" I asked. "The name's Roach", the man replied. "Now move outta my way!" Roach then shoved me to the side and entered my apartment before I could do anything. He moved around the place. Pushing and knocking over anything that got in his way.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I said. Reasonably pissed at the situation. "Looking" Roach simply responded. "For What?" I asked.

Roach suddenly stopped and turned to look at me. "I'm looking… for vermin".

"Get the hell out!" I shouted. Tired of whatever the fuck was going on.

"I was going anyway," Roach said walking past me. He left and started pulling the same shit to the person next door. Then so on and so on.

After he was done harassing everyone he simply entered his van. That had the same "Buzz Off!" Writing on its side and drove off.

The rest of the day was pretty normal. Though the thought of that man didn't leave my head.

The next morning I woke up with this tingling feeling. I didn't think much about it at first but when I lifted my hand to rub my eyes into focus.

Ants.

Everywhere.

All over my bed. I jumped and looked in horror at the writhing mass covering my sheets. Suddenly I heard screams from the other apartments. It turned out I wasn't the only one with a bug problem.

I grabbed a can of Febreze and just started spraying everywhere covering my mouth whilst doing so. I wanted these vile things dead. But they just wouldn't stop crawling everywhere.

For everyone, I killed ten more took their place.

I was too busy spraying that I didn't notice Roach. He walked through the halls. Sprayer in hand. Shooting a neon green-looking gas from it. More ants followed.

I heard coughing and wheezing laughter. Whatever that gas was, it was filling up the place.

I started coughing too. The ants were crawling out of every crack and hole they could. They looked endless. The gas was rising and Roach's laughter was getting closer.

I fell to the floor. I started coughing violently. It felt like my insides were burning.

I looked up to see a familiar mask. Roach aimed the sprayer at my face. Ants were crawling all over him. He let out a wheezing laugh.

"I love my job".