Family Outdoors

163 Year Old Poem

This pest poem, written about 1855, still rings true today.

As spring approaches,
ants and roaches,
from their holes come out,
and mice and rats,
in spite of cats,
gaily skip about.
Bedbugs bite you,
in the night,
as on the bed you slumber,
while insects crawl
through chamber and hall.

–Henry R. Costar, Costar’s Rat, Roach, Etc. Exterminators. New York City.