say it with pie

As you will remember, the house we live in was recently sold after what seemed like endless weeks of showings and open houses. Because we are awesome, Pete and I really went out of our way to keep the apartment spotless, have cut flowers around the house, be friendly to the potential buyers, etc.

This afternoon, we received the best thank you note ever from our realtor and landlord:

Hello, Kim, Jeff and I just wanted to say thank you for your co-operation in the house selling process. We would very much like to treat the house for mice, so could you please call me, 416-XXX-XXXX.

Translation: Thanks for not being a dick, but we need to get into your house and fill it with toxic chemicals.

Also, it should be noted that our house does not have mice so bringing in an exterminator is pretty much pointless. I have never seen or heard a mouse in the apartment. There are three cats living in the house, and none of them have ever caught a mouse inside. There are no rodent feces lying around. Why the new owners think there are mice in the house is beyond me, but they can deal with it themselves after we move out.

The note came attached to a bottle of wine, though, so whatevs!