Lilly R asked:
alright so my friend went on vacation and she brought home bed bugs in her luggage or some shizzz. and MY GOD ‘that’s gross, considering the fact that they reproduce quickly and infest your home.
alright so my friend went on vacation and she brought home bed bugs in her luggage or some shizzz. and MY GOD ‘that’s gross, considering the fact that they reproduce quickly and infest your home.
so supposedly she got an exterminator..ya-huh WELL that still doesn’t mean they aren’t lurking on her bed frames or deep in those mattresses ….
SHE WANTS TO COME OVER tomorrow! and i’m such a clean freak dude you have no idea and I don’t wanna be a jerk and be like “Oh well. you have bed bugs. um …go hang out with them” …I’m just scared it will be on her clothes or some freaky stuff and be carried into MY house….
IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? what to do, what to do
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It’s bed bugs not the black plague. Calm down.
No, calm down they can’t get in your clothes. And second she got an exterminator so no worries. And are you sleeping in her bed? But since there’s no bugs why should it matter? AH calm down! :]
I have a couple of friends who have been with me for the last couple of days now, visiting from out of town. Well, actually, it’s one close friend, and his new girlfriend. They are both very nice.
So we are going on this road trip, and on the way up they are playing cutesy stuff with each other, holding each others hands, giggling, etc. Great fine. But then they make this comment about “tee hee, any bedbugs in there?” as we are driving up there. I ask, “bedbugs? heh, WTF are you talking about? he he”. Then they explain to me what they meant.
So, my close friend is a building manager for a larger property company, and he inspects buildings frequently for his job around a major metropolitan city (cosmopolitan) here in the US. Some buildings are nice, while some are total dumps. There have been times before where he has sent my pictures of places he’s inspected just to show me how crazy humanity can be (hoarders, hotels with used condoms in stairwells, syringes laying around, etc.). Anyway, his new girlfriend had the chance to go around with him one day and see this side of the city that she had ever seen before. They go out and do their thing for the day, and that’s that. Then, the girlfriend tells me that after her visit to these places she turns up with these welts one night in a few different spots.
While they are telling me this, they are giggling and poking me in the side lightly (ie: “these little tiny welts started appearing! *poke* *poke* *poke*) and taking the story disturbingly lightly, making jokes about bedbugs and giggling. And here they are are in MY friggin house. No, it’s NOT funny. It’s a serious matter that can blossom into sheer disaster. I’m happy in this house. I *own* this house. To joke os lightly about a thing like that, right to my face like that, really pissed me off to no end.
She said that she never did see them again, and that the experience was over 2 months ago, but now I am beyond freaked out. I know it’s bad to live in paranoia, and I shouldn’t expect my friends to have to stop their lives in paranoia, but I don’t know what to make of this. In general, their priorities are a bit off. They are fine folks and lead stable lives, but sometimes their priorities are out of whack. And this one time that they are out of whack could be the straw that breaks the came’s back.
I’m ready to never ever invite them over again.
Sorry, venting… and nervous.