Pleh

Not this past Wednesday. Not the Wednesday before that. Go back one more week to the 13th. That’s the day the exterminator last came here. He tried a few new things, including the most powerful poison he’s allowed to try. He said we needed to wait a few days, then we can try sleeping in the room again, but when we do, we should set the alarm for two hours out, then check with a flashlight. Apparently, it takes a couple hours for The Bugs to notice a human presence and come out. If we wait those two hours then check, we won’t get bit up as much and we’ll still get an indication of whether or not they’re still around.

Due to overall lack of sleep (and not wanting to get up two hours into a fairly short night of sleep anyway) and lack of enthusiasm, I didn’t get around to trying again until last night. I hit the (bugless?) sack around midnight and set the alarm for 2am. Two in the morning rolls around and on comes NPR. I don’t know what was on, but my immediate thought was that this sounds like the most interesting program in the world and that I should stay there and carefully consider the arguments. Hmmmmm… or I should check for bugs. I chose the latter. I got up and looked around. Nothing obvious. After a brief bathroom break and a once over of myself in the mirror to see if I could see any bites, it was back to the check for part two. I found nothing… until I looked at the pillow. There that bastard bug was. It was a juvenile, all fattened up with my blood. I quickly scooped him up (the result of Protech initially telling us it was all in our heads the first time we told them their program didn’t work), the looked around for more. At least this time I didn’t find any more. Last time, by the time I had decided to go back to sleep in the guest room, I had found five. This time, I could only find one.

I have no idea what’s up next. I guess we can tear apart the bed frame. It’s the only thing I can think of. Nothing’s hanging on the ground. There are sticky pads around all four legs. I don’t have the bugs on me, otherwise, we’d still be getting bit when sleeping in the guest room. They can’t jump. They can’t fly. It’s got to be the bed frame. Well, it’s got to be the bed frame, unless they’re coming down the ceiling fan and falling onto the bed from there. It sounds far-fetched, but right now, I won’t rule it out.

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