Several years ago a man knocked on my (extremely secluded from the street) front door. He said he was the exterminator there for the "annual inspection." My Pomeranian bristled up immediately...a reaction I had never seen him have to anyone! I made note that the man's "uniform" was a generic one without a company patch and that his clipboard could have been bought at Walmart...no company logo, etc. I then noticed that there was no truck parked in my drive. I asked him where he was parked, and he waved vaguely in the direction of a copse of trees.
Well I pulled my 5'1" up to about 6'3", and you talk about the mouse that roared. I yelled as loud as I could that he needed to get the hell away from my door. This put my Pom into a near frenzy. The man actually hesitated for a minute before turning around and leaving.
I called the exterminator company to ask if he was associated with them and never got a return call.
Two weeks later a young woman was raped in her home...by a man posing as an exterminator. My hair is standing on end even as I type. I came so close...so close....