OK, bed bugs. That's where this started for me. People who've never dealt with them probably don't realize what an impact these little pests can have on an otherwise tidy person's life. An infestation can be traumatic, and you can't impress on others how inconvenient and unpleasant it is. If you're one of the many who've had a bed bug problem, then maybe these posts will comfort you a bit, and to those of you still unscathed, perhaps my words will enlighten.
Let's start at the beginning. I moved to New York in 1999. I was a young Southern man with big-city aspirations. I liked the idea of a tiny, barely inhabitable apartment in the city that never sleeps. I wound up in Brooklyn, just when it was starting to get cool. Hold your applause please. I found a place with an awesome view of the Hudson, and a stereotypically strange landlord named Jeph. That's right, Jeph, not Jeff but Jeph. He gave me all the necessary warnings about utilities, noise, and garbage removal, but he made no mention of my soon-to-be roommates.
Not my apartment, but similar in appearance. |
I put a little calamine on them and went about my business, but they kept coming. I had two sets of brown sheets and one set of white ones, so it wasn't until I put on the white ones that I noticed the blood stains. I immediately knew something was up.
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