Tales From The Crawlspace 2.0

Brad Harvey fell into the pest control world in 1992 because he and his wife ran out of diapers for their daughter. Not being attractive enough to street-walk and since OnlyFans had not yet been invented, his only alternative to the daily washing of soiled scraps of burlap was to take a job offered to him by his future mentor.
In just a year, Brad fell in love with the industry and has been there ever since. In his career which spans three decades, he developed a lifestyle formula he calls ‘Functional Mediocrity,’ the cornerstone of which is a darkly base sense of humor.
This technique has been his go-to as a Technician, Sales, Administrative, and Managerial member of the pest control industry.
In January 2020, Brad, along with Josh Talbert, conceived the idea of a social media group where members of the pest control family could come together and share memes. Forty-eight hours later, ‘Pest Control Meme Depot’ was born.
Over the course of a few short months, the group evolved into something more. As the ranks of members grew, the need for somewhere to not just post memes but to share some industry-specific laughs, pick up advice and hacks, vent, joke, and just be there for one another was becoming apparent, so the group became known as ‘Pest Control Humor Depot.’ It was at that time as well that PCHD became a private group exclusively for members of the pest control industry and is now the fastest growing private pest control group in social media.
Brad’s personal life includes family, gardening, involvement in animal rescue, reading, music, and bourbon (lots of bourbon).

I spent 26 years in pest control, which means I’ve seen things that would make a horror movie apologize and go home. I’ve crawled through dead animals, live nightmares, and customer decisions that should’ve come with a warning label and a priest.

Retired now—but not reformed. Just upgraded from “guy in your crawlspace” to “guy telling you what was actually in your crawlspace while you sleep at night.”

Co-host of Tales from the Crawlspace, where we take the gross, the insane, and the “there’s no way that’s real”… and confirm it is. Loudly. With drinks. And zero adult supervision.

I’m tall, tattooed, and run primarily on caffeine, sarcasm, and poor judgment. Somewhere between a storyteller and a bad influence. If you’ve ever thought, “there’s no way that happened,” I’m the guy who says, “oh it gets worse.”

I’ve chased things with too many legs, not enough legs, and occasionally… no reason to exist at all. And honestly? The bugs were usually the least disturbing part of the job.

This isn’t a clean show. This isn’t a polite show. This is what happens when you hand a microphone to someone who’s been under America’s houses for two decades and never quite came back the same.

If you’re easily offended, deeply religious about your personal space, or think crawlspaces are “just dirt and pipes”… you might want to stay upstairs.

If not—welcome to the dark.

Bring a flashlight.

And maybe a therapist.