I’m pretty sure we discovered them by accident.
For a little over a week and a half I had noticed itchy red bumps covering my arms and wrapping around my torso and lower back.
Oh, it’s poison ivy! I thought.
Oh, it’s just some flea bites from my boyfriend’s roommate’s flea-ridden dog long overdue for flea medication!
Nonetheless I took proactive measures and washed my sheets. When I took them out of the dryer, a few bugs fell out on the floor.
Gross, I know.
I thought they were dead fleas.
Yay! At least I killed a couple in the wash!
It wasn’t until we went to Walmart to get insecticide for fleas and ransacked Google for DIY remedies safe for dogs when we saw the image of a bedbug on a black and purple spray can. I had never seen a bedbugs in my life, mind you. But here we were, nonetheless, staring at a purple can of bug poison and that’s when it hit me that the picture I was staring at was *not* a flea I had seen on the floor.
Fast forward to arriving back at the apartment and inspecting the mattress and box spring, just for kicks.
Little brown dots and creepy-crawly bedbugs of varying sizes and stages in the life cycle wandered around aimlessly around the rims of the box spring, clearly disturbed by all of the commotion.
“Oh my god,” my roomies and I said in unison.
Well, all of us except one of us.
My other roomie, who is 1000% averse to any kind of bug, was still at work. We had yet to break the news to her. We wondered just how we would do that. She was going to flip the duck out.
We came up with the idea of making her some chicken nuggets and having a stiff drink waiting for her when she opened the door.
We raced around the apartment, tidying up, cooking frozen chicken nuggets in the microwave [because our stove was broken. That’s…another story altogether. There’s a lot of things wrong with where we live], and downing a couple shots [you know, for quality control].
We hung a sign on the front door that said “please ring doorbell” and threw the safety latch on the door so we would know when she was home and so she wouldn’t be able to get in right away. She arrived 2 mins before the nuggets were done.
“UM you have to wait two more minutes!” Liana yelled out as the doorbell rang.
When the nuggets were done [first and fore-mostly] we let her in, and didn’t let her cross the threshold until she’d taken a drink.
It was when we were all huddled in the kitchen, conversing [albeit a bit sloppily—my other roomies and I had already been a few drinks ahead], and me recording the whole thing on my camera, that Liana broke the news:
We raised our glasses in a toast:
“CHEERS TO BEDBUGS!!” yelled Liana.
“CHEERS TO….I’m sorry—what….?”
The look of disbelief on her face was both golden and ultra depressing, and, also a really foreboding glimpse into weeks of terrible communication lapses with our property management, sleepless nights in beds other than our own, and money leaping out of our wallets to cover the expense of pests that don’t even discriminate by level of cleanliness….
…all in time for midterm exams. (-:
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