This is what my life revolves around right now:
So when Andrew and I came home from spending Easter at my families house, there was a note on our door. It was from the woman in the apartment directly above us, asking to call her when we got home. We'd never really spoken with this woman aside from brief hellos, so we were already pretty confused. We called her up, and it was very loud in the background, as she was at the laundromat. Turns out, she wanted to give us a heads up that she and TWO MORE apartments upstairs have BEDBUGS.
Before I go any further, let me point out that there are still NO BEDBUGS in my home. I've never seen a bedbug in person before, but my mind flashed back to a news special I watched years ago about bedbugs in hotels. It was pretty terrifying. I also have a huge irrational fear of things I'm not familiar with, so even the thought of getting bedbugs is one of the worst things that could happen to me.
Clearly, I take this shit very seriously, and will continue to take preventative measures until the upstairs problem is taken care of. BEDBUGS ARE NO JOKE, OK. If I had my way, the apartment would have been bombed already. Unfortunately that costs $700 that I don't have, especially for some bedbugs that aren't even here. Until then, my home will continue to have this strange aroma of rubbing alcohol mixed with dryer sheets. Mmm, fresh.
Anyway, today I learned that after much harassing, the tenants upstairs were able to get our landlord to have someone come inspect the building...on Friday. We've all had trouble with the landlord in the past, so sadly, this isn't too surprising. All I hope is that the situation is contained before it's too late.
Wish me luck, friends.