Okay, I'm back in the apartment after being sent away for four hours yesterday afternoon by the pest control guy, who's slowly becoming by closest friend. Yes, that means it's true, I'm actually still dealing with the bed bug scenario after 2-3 months. This was his fourth spraying. Usually, it's just three. But the end -- I think -- is in sight.
The bugs are down to just a few, and I had three days in a row with none, though there was one today. The spraying, my good buddy Del tells me, has a residual effect, so it'll still be there for weeks to come, and that should finally put a finish to this.
In fact, he said it was safe to start putting my home back together, even if there were random bugs appearing. That's the most joyous news of all. For the past few months, I've had most everything in my place put in boxes or bags, or had all my coats and sweaters and woolenish type things that all had to be drycleaned sitting in the attack of a friend's house. I've basically been living out of a suitcase all this time, with one change of clothes. Most of my office material was boxed up, so that hasn't been accessible either.
But now, good pal Del, says I can't begin to get my life back.
O joy, oh wonderment!
I expect to still see a few a bugs from time to time over the next week, but I've got my Fabriclear bug spray can close at hand, and I've gotten quite adept at it, able to nail a spot at 10 paces...though I prefer to stand right over the little creature and make dead sure. Pun intended.
I've started moving some close and books back, and soon I'll even be able to use my new sofa (which I've kept wrapped in plastic), and sleep in my bed properly (the new pillows are still wrapped in their zip bags, and the blankets are all over in my aforementioned friend's attic).
The bugs are down to just a few, and I had three days in a row with none, though there was one today. The spraying, my good buddy Del tells me, has a residual effect, so it'll still be there for weeks to come, and that should finally put a finish to this.
In fact, he said it was safe to start putting my home back together, even if there were random bugs appearing. That's the most joyous news of all. For the past few months, I've had most everything in my place put in boxes or bags, or had all my coats and sweaters and woolenish type things that all had to be drycleaned sitting in the attack of a friend's house. I've basically been living out of a suitcase all this time, with one change of clothes. Most of my office material was boxed up, so that hasn't been accessible either.
But now, good pal Del, says I can't begin to get my life back.
O joy, oh wonderment!
I expect to still see a few a bugs from time to time over the next week, but I've got my Fabriclear bug spray can close at hand, and I've gotten quite adept at it, able to nail a spot at 10 paces...though I prefer to stand right over the little creature and make dead sure. Pun intended.
I've started moving some close and books back, and soon I'll even be able to use my new sofa (which I've kept wrapped in plastic), and sleep in my bed properly (the new pillows are still wrapped in their zip bags, and the blankets are all over in my aforementioned friend's attic).
Yes, this is one room of the disaster zone. I don't have it in me to show others. With much cleverness, though, I was able to make a little pathway that you see there which happily has allowed me to get from one part of the zoo to another.
But...but this seems like it's heading to being a thing of the past. Here's hoping. Some of my clothes have now actually been put away. O huzzah!
But...but this seems like it's heading to being a thing of the past. Here's hoping. Some of my clothes have now actually been put away. O huzzah!
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