This is an infuriating review to write, as I have been dealing with this mouse infestation and BC…read moreExterminating since July 18 of 2025 and it is now January 16 of the following year with no solution. I spent a whopping $1,690.70 for BC Exterminating to clear our house of mice with a 60 day warranty that they would come and re-treat the house at the first sign of any droppings or mice. This warranty would start over from the most recent sign of mice.
At first, they appeared diligent and competent with outdoor poison boxes and closing out any entrances to the house. They promised "color coded poisons" that would show us where the mice nested by the color of their droppings. (I've never seen a mouse dropping other than black). They promised "escalated poisons" if the mice refused to eat the first round. They said "this works, we've got it".
Always, within a few weeks of the most recent visit, I would find new droppings throughout the house. A mouse skittered across our floor during dinner. Another one ran just past my feet as I got ready for bed. I would discover my three year old playing on the ground next to a fresh scattering of mice droppings. I only ever saw two dead mice in my house since the beginning of the treatment; one was in a glue trap we'd previously set, and the other in a snap trap near our garage.
To their credit, every time I called, BC Exterminating did follow their own warranty and come to the house - always after a scheduling shuffle so that I could work from home to meet them during the window, which became a dance of its own.
There started to be a shift in tone when I noted that this still wasn't working and asked what the next step was. It was now November, winter was coming. Still friendly as ever, they'd wander through the house, say "well, I don't see any mice", or "I don't see how they could be getting in", and then would leave. They started saying things that didn't make sense, like "those look like old mouse droppings" under my desk, which had just been vacuumed, or "maybe you moved some boxes and they were in there", when I knew I hadn't. I spent all of our Thanksgiving weekend clearing every closet, cleaning every corner, trying to find their nest, as BC Exterminating wasn't up for the job that I had spent so much on. There were still mice.
Eventually the visits felt more social than substantive. They'd replace one empty glue trap with another, or put more poisons out, but with a reassuring, "I promise they'll be gone by the holidays", they'd leave. I'd joke that the exterminators were my roommates. They'd laugh, I'd laugh, and the mouse issue remained. The warranty was just a burden on my schedule - no success at getting rid of the mice.
When I finally asked for a refund this morning, they refused and suggested two last visits, finally breaking the terms of the (ineffective) warranty.
I'm at my wits end. I have two small kids and spend most of my life chasing mice instead of a company that I hired to do it for me. I'm vacuuming, chasing away any food I find, and unable to trust this company that said "listen, we know it's hard, but we can handle it". Sadly, they can't.
Their services might work for you, but know that if they don't solve the problem in the first round, you have no recourse, no opportunity for a refund, and will host them in your home in perpetuity.
Update: unfortunately, BC Exterminators has responded with incorrect assessments of our end of the bargain. More than one deep clean was completed of the entire house, and let me tell you, there is no money that could give back my time for every time I pulled every bookshelf off of the wall, or every toy out of an old toy bin, or every towel and sheet out of the linen closet, only to discover droppings later. Oswaldo - and later Brandon - reassured me that they could get the mice, that kids are messy, that this would be figured out.
Every time I texted BC Exterminators it was like talking to a boyfriend who couldn't understand why sleeping over at his ex's house was such a big deal. Every mouse dropping "was probably old, have you considered a deep clean?" (even the ones in the middle of the floor, right after our housekeepers had left.) Every mouse "was probably the last one". We asked for advice every time. I asked if I should throw away furniture. I asked if we should move. Every time they downplayed it.
And to be abundantly clear, I have trusted Oswaldo and the many other exterminators who arrived to enter our house without us there, but that's because for a while I was seeing them more often than my parents. Ultimately, I was not paying them for their company, I was paying to get rid of mice, and I can accurately say there are still mice in my home.
