bed bugs bite.
Oh, wait. They just did. Yes, kiddies, you read that correctly. To add to my summer of exile, begging and horror, I now have bed bugs in my bedroom. It seems the moving in and out of certain tenants and the excavation of their empty apartments has caused the nesting infidels to attack me in my slumber. Mind you, I love a good buffet. I just never thought I'd BE ONE.
So, an order to a pest place in Georgia (they don't sell what I need in NY) is shipping me some Steri-Fab, an odorless spray to kill the eggs and the creepy crawly little bastards. Is my bad luck biblical? Was I Job in another life? I know I don't have a son named Isaah (or was it Isaac) up for sacrifice, so maybe God/Goddess is testing me? What's next? Locusts? Plague? Boils? I've got pestilence, I have sickness (fibro), and disease (my infertility/ovarian/estrogen issues), so what's next in the bible? I dig that fire and brimstone ending in Revelations, but I'm leaning more towards Kabbalah and the Koran these days. It's just more colorful and their angels are much more vengeful. This totally suits my Irish/German ways.
My cats have been instructed to bite, crush and kill anything that crawls. If the spiders that help me with roaches chip in, I wonder if they kill bed bugs? I've got three ugly, itchy welts on my lower legs. I'll have to wear trousers to my job interviews, god forbid I wear a skirt and someone thinks I'm a leper or suffer necrotizing fasciitis (skin-eating virus).
My life certainly doesn't lack color, does it. Sigh....
Thank god I'll be at the US Open. Let's see if the last of the summer mosquitoes don't join in to chew on me, as well.
Prayer. Hope. Vodka martinis. These are the only things I look forward to.
:-/
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