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I am dreading sleeping in my room ever again.
Some background: 2 Thursdays ago I started to notice bug bites on my body. I thought they were mosquito bites, but after some paranoid internet research I realized they were probably bed bugs. I have a big bug phobia, especially when I am most vulnerable, ie, sleeping. So bedbugs posed an immense stress for me. I lost an entire week's sleep over them. I washed every piece of linen in my room, I vacuum and spray every day, and had the exterminator come last Friday. All my clothes stayed in a sealed plastic bag or went in the closet in my roommates' room.
Last Thursday, before the exterminator came, my roommate woke up with bites. She went out of town and didn't tell me about the bites. So the bugs had a whole weekend to reinfest.
So while I thought I had done everything possible to take care of the little assholes, now I'm back to square one, rewashing everything I kept in the closet in my roommate's room. And I have to now assume the whole apartment, and not just my room, is infested.
I'm not sure how I will ever fall asleep in this apartment again. This is not the first or second major problem we've had here. I hate living here. I'm far from work and live on a loud street where people are obnoxious at al hours of the night and morning. I'm tired of living in a place that requires so much - cleaning up twice after our bathtub backs up with other people's shit... spending hundreds of dollars to get this bedbug thing taken care of only to redo it... I'm hate this place and I want to move. I have seven more months here. I'm trapped.
Some background: 2 Thursdays ago I started to notice bug bites on my body. I thought they were mosquito bites, but after some paranoid internet research I realized they were probably bed bugs. I have a big bug phobia, especially when I am most vulnerable, ie, sleeping. So bedbugs posed an immense stress for me. I lost an entire week's sleep over them. I washed every piece of linen in my room, I vacuum and spray every day, and had the exterminator come last Friday. All my clothes stayed in a sealed plastic bag or went in the closet in my roommates' room.
Last Thursday, before the exterminator came, my roommate woke up with bites. She went out of town and didn't tell me about the bites. So the bugs had a whole weekend to reinfest.
So while I thought I had done everything possible to take care of the little assholes, now I'm back to square one, rewashing everything I kept in the closet in my roommate's room. And I have to now assume the whole apartment, and not just my room, is infested.
I'm not sure how I will ever fall asleep in this apartment again. This is not the first or second major problem we've had here. I hate living here. I'm far from work and live on a loud street where people are obnoxious at al hours of the night and morning. I'm tired of living in a place that requires so much - cleaning up twice after our bathtub backs up with other people's shit... spending hundreds of dollars to get this bedbug thing taken care of only to redo it... I'm hate this place and I want to move. I have seven more months here. I'm trapped.