Death by Bedbugs
Tell me how happy I am right now.
Several years ago, I managed to get the fuckers out of my apartment by non-stop cleaning (and re-cleaning) for a week.
I cannot do that here for a lot of reasons.
Approximately(?) 20% of the population have reactions to bedbug bites.
I fall into that approximate number and look like I have hives all over me.
Way, way, way, way, way back in time, some people used pepper to get rid of them.
Whoa, a natural solution!
Shit on toast, a BANDAID solution.
The Building Manager is away on Vacation.
The little pricks (pun intended) are attracted to CO2 first.
That’s why their goddamn hivey-bites appear mostly on your upper body, arms, hands, neck and face.
Alright, I won’t breathe.
Except in maybe a plastic bag secured around my neck so they can’t bite me there.
However, because I’m SO OUT OF MY MIND WITH IRE I TIE…!!!
Well, at least I won’t have to worry about bedbugs anymore.
I won’t have to worry about anything anymore.