Delivery

I’m waiting for a delivery.
It’s supposed to be delivered today.
It’s something I don’t want delivered to me while I’m at work, and I couldn’t let them leave it on back patio either, so I took the day off of work.
While waiting, I’ve cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, vacuumed all the carpets twice, and even scrubbed out a stain in the hallway that I’ve never had the time to get to.
Then, the doorbell rings.
And… it’s…
The exterminator?
Not the delivery I’m expecting, but at least he’s delivering a toxic cloud of death to my insect roommates, yes?