The Bedbug Evangelists and What They Taught Us
This post originally appeared on Aleteia. It has been published with permission.
“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you.”
I don’t know much about Joseph Heller, but if he could pen these words I’m certain he was well acquainted with bed bugs.
My wife and I unknowingly opened our doors to these satanic agents about a month ago, and in short order the beasts had claimed their territory and were conducting strategic maneuvers to gain control of the whole apartment. Within a matter of days, their kingdom had been established, and my wife and I had been displaced, and with my wife seven months pregnant, this aggression could not stand!
Unable to use traditional gaseous bombs used by exterminators, we went the natural route, but our paranoia was ramped up. There was no way we were going to risk bringing bed bugs into our new apartment, so with extreme measures called for, we made the difficult decision to purge ourselves of our belongings. We threw out our mattress, couch, chair, coffee table, end tables, book shelves, anything that was wood (bed bugs like wood). Ultimately, we kept only one bookcase and our baby’s crib (which we thoroughly wiped down with rubbing alcohol). Our decision to get rid of everything wasn’t easy and might even seem drastic to some, but we’re happy with our choice and would do it again.
Read the rest at Aleteia.
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