THE VIBRATIONS he was feeling were not soca. The movements he was making were not as a result of calypso. He was moving to a different beat, albeit, in time. He was moving to the beat of a drill. The exterminator’s drill. He is The Mighty Grynner. And, when he is not holding up his shirt and wining his waist to a sweet calypso beat, he’s on the job as a termite exterminator.