Massillon homes, known.
Massillon’s character is its age — early-1900s two-stories around downtown, postwar ranches climbing the hills — and older homes feed pests well. Gaps around original plumbing, stone foundations with mortar joints a mouse can read like a map, and century-old sill plates that termites and carpenter ants have been sampling for generations.
The Tuscarawas corridor keeps the low spots damp, and damp basements run their own ecosystem: house centipedes hunting the corners, earwigs after every hard rain, spiders stacking webs along the joists. The moisture is the invitation — dry the basement and treat the population, and the whole food web moves out.
The route crosses Massillon daily — Lincoln Way to the canal side — and the techs know these stone basements the way only locals do.