This story is in response to the burn-out.
When we first moved into this building 40 years ago we had displaced a mobile food vendor fleet business, and I won't go into details but experiencing through observation of the lack of sanitation coupled with a rodent population that would have made "Willard" jealous, I don't eat off any of those "roach-coaches"!
But anyway, it was time for a new set of rear tires for my '72 Mach1, and being that there was still some rubber attached to the cords I decided I'd get the rest of my value from them, so one day at closing time I pulled into the shop, shut the doors, and began a burnout to end all burnouts! 
At first it was just a gag with the guys, then it became a challenge to see just how dense a cloud and how little visibility could be had inside a building! After a couple of minutes everyone else had bailed from the building, but I persisted on, until I just no longer could breath, and I'm pretty thick headed so I assure you, it was bad, and I probably should have received oxygen when I finally gave up and bailed out of the building (come to think of it, this may be one of the events that has led to my current brain-dead stupidity
), locked-up and left for the night.
The next morning upon entering the building, hundreds of dead roaches on the floor everywhere!
This proved to be the best de-bugging pest treatment I have ever witnessed, along with there were no more rodents or any other pests about any longer either!
I had gotten better results from my old used tires than any service from the Orkin guy! And cancelled his contract the next month!
Scott.
Great story. Reminded me of something.
In the mid to late 1970's, I worked in auto parts supply stores. The place I worked had about 15 stores around Dallas/Fort Worth. The area then had at least three drag strips. Several of the people working auto parts, were big into drags. The company bought out a store from a man and moved me and another guy to it to set it up, make it a "Company" store. The store was in what was then a small suburb. The store was in the towns largest shopping strip. There was a grocery store, us, an insurance guy, maybe a restaurant or two. We'd been transforming the store most of the summer, but also working on our own cars. I'd purchased a 1970 Mercury Cyclone 429CJ car. I'd parked it at the stores back door, pulled the motor and was rebuilding it in the back of the store. Now our store we only used about half the space. The back half of the store was just open floor. My manager and only other employee, was one of those drag racers. the parking lot often had his tow car with his early 60's ChevyII drag car on the trailer. But he also had one of those 1950's front engine rail drag cars. It wasn't very big, 350 Chevy. One week he grabbed a tape measure and measured the opened to that back door, which was a double door with a center post. He saw that the center post was removable and the opening was just wide enough to fit his rail dragster in! It took both of us, but the next Sunday morning, we got the rail inside. We worked on it for the week and by the next Sunday it was repaired. Now the bright idea light dings on. He decides to START the drag car...in the back of the store....with those open curved straight pipes. And once started, well you just HAVE to blip that throttle. He had the windows shaking on the store. Remember it was Sunday and we'd not thought this out. Yes MOST of the stores were closed. Restaurants, closed. Spa, closed, barber, closed. Grocery store....... When he shut down we could then hear shouting from the front of the store. Here was the grocery manager and the deli manager and.....the baker. OH! The cakes had all fallen, customers had thought we were under Soviet attack, children were scared for life. We got chewed out by the main manager for all our stores. I think they got a letter from the building owner about our activities. I burned the midnight oil to get my 429 rebuilt and out of there. College was starting back up anyway.