Sleep TIGHT....don't let the bed bugs......
We all know this clever little rhyme and have repeated it to small children without a care. Until recently, I thought it was one of those things adults say to make kids giggle. But no, these creatures are real and I recently met them. In the picture you can see their prime number marks where they feasted on my back & side (I should have sucked in instead of poofing out :). Apparently there is a citywide epidemic and this is not an unusual thing. As a matter of fact, it's unusual to have never encountered them. Initially I was incredibly squeamish and this incident just about sent me to the loony bin. As many of you remember, it was a struggle to get ahold of my inner Zena warrior princess. BUT I have biology and a larger brain on my side so I went to war! MOOO HA HA! I am pleased to report today it seems I can pull out of Bugganistan and return to a normal, less frantic life. I now feel more like a New Yorker- like I belong. I have been plagued by the enemy, thought I could never conquer, reached deep inside myself to develop the resolve to persist.
A few things I learned through this strange episode:
- B. Bugs are to New Yorkes like Ticks are to Midwesterners
- I now know how cow pastures feel- grazed and regularly plundered
- I am a resource- like coal, herbaceous plants and sunlight- something to be consumed.
glad the beasties have retreated. I found the last conclusion a but odd though.
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