Bed Bug Diary 5

July 31, 2004 I decide not to finish the laundry. I want the exterminator to come back, and it’s pointless to fill my closet and drawers if I’m just going to empty them again. I leave another message for the…
July 31, 2004 I decide not to finish the laundry. I want the exterminator to come back, and it’s pointless to fill my closet and drawers if I’m just going to empty them again. I leave another message for the…
10:37am I try to call the building manager, Elliot, to tell him I’ve seen more bed bugs. He’s not in. I’m told to try calling back later. I didn’t say why I was calling. 12:05pm I call Elliot again. The…
9:15amI wake up naturally. No alarm. I’ve taken the day off work to witness the death and destruction of that which is the bane of my current existence. I roll over and check my phone. One voicemail. Brady is on…
8:45am I look at myself in the mirror. I have about five welts on my neck. My neck! I haven’t been bitten on the neck before. They must know the end is near. 10:15pm I’m on the 7 train heading…
May 1, 2004 I spend a lovely day out of the city. I start to notice what I think are incredibly itchy mosquito bites. Oh well. That’s what I get for romping in the woods. May 18, 2004 I go…
* The following post contains a gross amount of exclamation points and not-at-all-creative profanity. If my dad were to read this, I’m certain he would look at me over his glasses and say, “C.M.”—he always calls me by my first…