I'm baaaaack...and so are they.

I hate bedbugs. I'm not sure exactly where they came from, although I have my suspicions (Albany or Syracuse), but I wish they'd GO AWAY. We've had a company come out and fog and spray and apply myriad goo, but they still live. We've been told that any live ones should have perished in the onslaught, but I saw one yesterday. Needless to say, I'm freaked. We were also told that any bites that might appear after the treatment would simply be our bodies reacting with histimines, not actual bites. In other words, illusional parasitosis. Since I hadn't seen any until yesterday and the treatment was two Mondays ago, I thought perhaps my brain WAS creating the itching welts. I don't buy it now. All I want to do at this point is NUKE THE SITE FROM ORBIT. It's the only way to be sure. My bedroom is no longer the sleepy sanctuary I depend on. It has betrayed me. I have to drug up before attempting sleep, and even so, it doesn't help. I'm anxious and itchy and I hate them hate them hate them. Did I mention that I hate them? And the laundry...AUGH! We've had to re-clean ALL of our clothes and linens. And I mean ALL. All in the closet. All under the bed. All in the drawers. I still have 6 lawn bags full of clothes to rewash, and I've already cleaned 13.

Only two good things have come of this: 1) We had to clean out the closet and came up with about 12 bags of clothes to be donated, and 2) Our room is neat for the first time in a year.

But it's still buggy. And I'm mortified. And I feel unclean.