Argh...bedbugs
After going on holiday to Italy with my housemates, we picked up a couple of hitch-hikers and brought them back home. For those that...mercifully...don't know, bed bugs are evil little scrotes about the size of a ladybird. They make their nests in your mattress or bedframe, or any kind of furniture, then come out at night. Initially white, they acquire a distinctive dark red hue after feeding. On human blood, which they suck right out of you while you sleep. They seemed to like my friend's room, as they would congregate on the walls above his bed, though I woke up to find one nibbling on my finger *shudder* and one ran right across my shirt as I was watching TV. They're nippy little buggers too. We had the house sprayed loads of times and they still came back - eventually we all moved out, leaving the landlord to deal with the problem (they didn't, incidentally, they just didn't tell the next lot of tenants). Desipte taking all my stuff and chucking out/boil-washing/scrubbling/spraying with Jungle Formula/burning I still found a specimin had made it with me to my new flat. Cue another round of visits from Rentokil. My girlfriend went mental - it was a key factor in the break-up of my relationship and even though I've moved again I still get the terrible paranoia that I might encounter the little bastards, because apparently they like to attach themselves to your clothing, and you can pick them up from cinemas, public transport etc. Be warned, and pray you never encounter them.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 12:01, Reply)