When Brad, the exterminator from Orkin, arrived at my house, I was ready. We (I speak as the Queen) had moved all manner of barricading materials away from the walls of the garage, the back patio, and the greenhouse. You see, the exterminator was on our side and he was going to kill the subterranean termites that had taken up residence in our Idaho home’s sub-flooring. Orkin is NOT a planet from the outer reaches, but a pest control company in the Treasure Valley. And it was one queen against another, as the final goal was to get the workers to feed poison to the dreaded termite queen.