It’s all fun and games until someone get’s hurt – or bitten!
Yes, I had bed bugs. Well, ONE bed bug… And as this goes up, I’m wrapping-up 2 weeks of homelessness (many thanks to parents and friends for your hospitality!) and over a month of headache. The bites have gone, the chemical smell is dissipating, and clean sheets are back on my bed.
I’ve learned a lot about bed bugs in the last few weeks. They are tiny; they like warm (but not hot or cold) “fabric-y” places; their reproductive abilities make bunnies look prudish; they don’t carry human diseases (or so we all thought until about a week ago – seriously!); and they seem to make lots of people squirm – but not me.
Besides the large, tremendously itchy bites, the bug never really bothered me. I certainly wasn’t losing sleep over it. The reactions I got from just about everyone else I told however, implied I should have been having a different reaction…my “eeew” factor was missing.
Our societal reaction to bed bugs seems to equate them with dust, dirt and general un-cleanliness. If you ask anyone who has lived with me or been to my apartment, they will tell you that I’m pretty much the opposite of “un-clean” (or at least I’d like to think so). Perhaps this personal knowledge, that there was nothing I did that welcomed the bugs into my space, took away the “ick” factor – they were just bugs who happened to make their way into my apartment. And if nothing else, they made me acutely aware that even in our modern lives, we are co-habitating with much more than we realize. They are gone now and I’m back, happy to have this little saga behind me.
Image: New Hampshire Pests and Termites (Not my bed!)