Those Silly Mayans

So far, I bet a lot of people are either disappointed or relieved the world hasn't ended yet.  Now it is 12:20 PM CST so I may be wrong.  I've still got a few hours to go before the day will officially be over, but I'm pretty sure we're clear.  CBS agrees.

Just in case I did get a text from my best friend:

If the world ends today, thanks for being my friend and co-conspirator. I love you.

Now that's just what awesome friends do.  It makes me feel inclined to send a mass text to all my friends but it's just a feeling and it will pass.

I'm pretty sure the day will go on as usual.

In light of recent events and the holidays and the fact accounting is not a trait that is shared genetically from mother to daughter, I fizzed out yesterday.  I'm glad my boss didn't see it because that would've been embarrassing.  I mean my job doesn't really require a lot of accounting but when it does, it really does.  I can do algebra so I'm pretty sure given some time I can figure out accounting, but yesterday, time was the variable I was lacking.  I fizzled, popped and ate a burrito because burritos always make me feel better.

My mom said I'm being mean lately and after telling her to get out of the car I went and bought a mattress.  Sleeping on an air mattress was a great idea in theory, but in practice, it's awful. I know a new mattress set is a risk since bed bugs are notoriously difficult to get rid of but I bought protectors and duck tape.  The mattress will be delivered some time on Saturday so I anticipate a nap and a good night's sleep.  My mom can rest easy and know I will resume my normal mood swing variations soon.  I'm sarcastic, all the time and bossy some of the time, but rarely am I ever mean.

After all of that is said this morning I saw an awful accident that made me realize how lucky I am that all I've had to do is deal with some pesky bugs.  My friend told me these kinds of things drive people nuts, but let's really look at it.  I'm inconvenienced by this.  I am healthy, for the most part and I have everything I need to function. I may breathe fire occasionally when the stress gets too much, but at least I don't have to worry about whether I'll be able to walk again.

In the spirit of doomsday my boyfriend wrote a tribute to Armageddon and the songs written about it.  Here is his blog.  Check it out.

... And Bite They Will, Part 2

I had to go on line and find me something happy to look at because I was in such distress over this.  I found this nugget of joy:

There, that's better.

So if you've signed a bed bug addendum with your lease, you are responsible for the cost of the bed bug remediation.  We're still finding out if the renters' insurance will cover it.  It is likely they won't and we'll have to replace all our stuff at our own expense.

The manager of our apartments was immediately defensive when I told her I would be doing the prep work this weekend.  She said I couldn't do it until it was scheduled.  I told her the bug guy said we wouldn't be scheduled until we had done the prep work.  Then she talked to me like I was an idiot.

I hate it when people talk to me like I am an idiot.  I hate it more when said person has control over me.  I contained myself and simply let her tell me what to do.  I refrained from telling her my impressions.  My mother, on the other hand, did not.

This complex is supposed to be a nice complex.  I pay a lot of money to live there.  I think I should at least be given some respect by the staff who manage it.  All is nice enough until things do not go their way.  They are perfectly content to label us as a problem and treat us poorly because we do not fit nicely into their "luxury apartments" scheme.

My mom went in there to deal with them and she was told to leave.  When she said the manager couldn't kick her out of her office, the manager threatened her with eviction.  Well, that's just plain bad customer service.

In short, we're fucked.  We have to use their pest control specialist.  We have to pay their fees to protect their property from a problem they may have caused. No options will be offered.  We can't just leave.  If we do, we will take the bugs with us.  If we stay we will have to live with the bugs.  We have no control over the situation.

Important lessons learned:

1 - Your apartment complex controls you.  When I was younger I complained about riding the bus and my friend told me, "If you want your own seat you need to own your seat."  Even if this was at my house it would suck, but it would suck on my terms.

2 - Regardless of the truth in the statement, telling a woman she is worth little more than breeding stock is never a good idea.  Mom was lucky it only lead to a threat of eviction and not a knock-down, drag-out fight.

3 - Find out some way to sleep with it.  I've slept very little this week. Everyone can tell.

4 - Stop researching on the internet. You've found out everything you will at that point.  If you have not called a professional, you're wasting valuable time.  Pick up the phone.

5 - Losing your temper in these situations never helps.  All you do is show your ass and reveal all the cards you are supposed to hold close to your vest.

6 - Our complex has a citywide, good reputation.  I tell people where I live and they've all heard of it, know where it is and know it's a good complex.  A single star review given by an angry resident is not sufficient to do much damage.  I typically take single star reviews as little more than a temper tantrum thrown by an irrational person.  I know that personally, when I have given a single star review it was because I was foaming at the mouth. Now, if a local reporter has offered to help you there might be something you can do.  I happen to be dating a local reporter who has been very helpful this week. All the effort he has put into cleaning my place has made him very eager to offer his services should this all go south(er).

Stay tuned.

... And Bite They Will, Part 1

As an Atheist I've never said "Jesus Christ" so much as I did the night I discovered a colony of bed bugs in my apartment.  After losing a hundred pounds I ate my first pancake in 11 months.  Tonight I had my final comfort meal.  Apparently there's some parable about a guy who is excused to work on the Sabbath because his ox falls in a ditch and I texted my boyfriend through a giant bite of glazed donut that my ox fell off the cliff.

Tonight my friend texted me and asked me if I was okay.  I said, "Not really, but I'm being an adult about it."   Well it's time to put on the big girl panties and act like an adult.  Not many properly adjusted adults drown their sorrows in maple syrup.

If this happens, you will experience a few emotional extremes.

Denial is the first emotion.  Agreeably this is up there with fire, prison and job loss.  No one wants this.  These guys do not discriminate.

Acceptance, shortly followed by panic, comes next.  I will tell you one very important thing, crying doesn't help.  Work through this phase quickly because you don't have that kind of time.  You have to act quickly and decisively.

Reconciliation is next and that's where I've stopped.  I accept that I will likely lose everything I own that cannot be sterilized.  To be honest, I don't want it anymore.

That morning after, my boyfriend and I went to breakfast and had pancakes.  I was fizzing out and he could see me in a tailspin.  He told me about a friend of his who had to do a big project about birds when he was in school.  He waited until the last minute and he was worrying about it.  It was one of those situations where the anxiety had replaced the need to complete the task.  His dad sat down and helped him and said, "Okay, we can do this.  We'll do it one bird at a time."  When Charles was at work, worried he wouldn't get the paper out, his friend would tell him, "One bird at a time."

So sit down and make a list.  Identify your birds.

Day 1:  Read this article: Bed Bug FAQ
Throw out everything you can bear to part with. If there are signs of the bugs on anything, get over it.  Throw it out.  When in doubt, throw it out. Wash every stitch of fabric you own.  You can get a mattress en-caser and pull out the saran wrap but I did those things and I've still got bugs.  They're simply stop-gap measures.  Vacuum everything but throw the bag out immediately. Clean what you can within a 10 ft radius of the point of discovery.  Look throughout the house and identify any hot spots.  Clean those areas too.  You'll get your workout.

Day 2:  If you have pets, bathe them.  Do it.  You don't want to bathe your cat?  Tough.  I was surprised I didn't go to the emergency room missing an eye and a finger. Find your lease and insurance policies.  You may be responsible for all of this.  If you rent, don't accept blame.  No one knows where these guys come from.  Don't resume denying this.  You do not have time.  Vacuum again.

Day 3:  That's as far as I've gotten.

There is a lot of good information on the web.  I have found a few common themes:

1 - Do not run.  These guys do not carry disease.  They're just hungry parasites and they're irritating as all hell but they will follow you.  Stay in your room.  Continue to sleep in your bed.  If they follow you to the couch you've just contaminated the entire house.

2 - They do not like heat.  I have decided to put everything I intend to wear for the day into the dryer prior to wearing it to avoid any hitchhikers.  Be conscientious about spreading these guys.  You don't want to piss off your friends.  It's up to you whether you're going to tell them, but be careful because they can hitch a ride anywhere.

3 - Do not use pesticide yourself.  Rid yourself of the notion you have the necessary skills to remove them.  One can of raid doesn't work and neither do eight.  Let the pros handle this.  If a professional says they should fumigate or use a bug bomb, get another professional.  This has to be done right.  One friend of mine told me the only thing that works is heat...

There is nothing easy about any of this, but it's happened thousands of times in your community and mine.  These guys are making a come back because we don't want to spray city-wide pesticides anymore.  It's a risk we take.  Just remember, you'll get through this.  I keep telling myself that at least.

I'll keep you posted about my progress.