There is nothing I like better then squishing a fully loaded bed bug. It happened this morning, just before taking the kids out to school, I saw a bug crawling ponderously over the kitchen floor. I took a piece of paper and bent down to scrape it up. Low and behold, its abdomen fully extended (blood I assumed), it was the creepiest crawly that I love to hate. So with my husband shouting "NOOOOO!!!!!" in the background, I took one of his business cards (it was the handiest thing around) and squished it dead. He wanted it captured live to show our exterminator friend. Oh well, dead as a door nail, it's still a bed bug. I slipped it into an envelope and into the freezer just in case it wanted to supernaturally rise from its splatted-ness. At least it's in the vault, I thought.
Yes, the bed bug challenge has come around again. Many months ago, and in an rented house we were so infested that every night we laid down, we knew we were to become a "living sacrifice" for these things. We were itching to get out (no pun intended), buy a home and land in it safely and undisturbed. Thank our God, it came to be. We still thank God, but ask for His grace again. We think perhaps one was brought home from the inner-city school our kids go to. But then big posh hotels have the problem too, no one is exempt. Is this a new wave of future torment, along with the recent devestating earthquakes and cyclones? World-wide bed bugs, a plague worth thinking about. Or not. I'd rather not.
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