Let me start this post by saying I don't have 100% confirmation I even have bed bugs now. But I did them have during my stay in Canada and I found it a deeply traumatic experience.
Something about bed bugs gets deeply into the psyche. It might even be a primal thing. But the idea that you are a host of a parasitic creature that comes out and feeds on you at night is like the description of a horror movie. Then you have this diseased feeling of you having something that you can't publicly discuss that may or may not come out in itching and rashes. One starts to feel like a dirty piece of vermin. If you already have low self-esteem this problem inflames it. Then if you have an autistic mind you can get obsessed with the tools and methods of eradication - reading until ones eyes are stinging and as the slowly dawning horrific realisation comes about that they are near impossible to fully eradicate. It also just seems associated with being a low status human somehow and confirmation of one's own most negative interpretation of themselves.
I remember in Canada buying a bed encasement, laundering all my clothes frantically, buying traps. Everything. It was a torrid time. I killed some of them but eventually I just gave up and lived with the problem before moving about 6 months later.
Ever since then I have always been apprehensive about staying in hotels or even visiting someone else's house. I even went through a period of strongly believing I had beg bugs last year only to see a dermatologist and be told my itches were caused by a seasonal allergy.
Anyway, I bring this up because the other day at work I was copying something. I sit down at a desk to staple the documents and boom. A bed bug falls in front of my face onto the paper. It was truly alarming. I am in no doubt what this creature was. I killed it leading to blood smearing all over the white paper. But now what?
What could have caused this?
Maybe my apartment is infested
Maybe someone the office building is
Maybe someone else from work has them
Maybe it was just a random lone traveller
I have no idea
But I have started looking to move out of my apartment feeling somewhat convinced I have them. Maybe this is a bit over the top. I already wanted to move for others reasons and bravely fought off a cockroach infestation earlier in the year. But I just wonder what anyone thinks about this. Is it worth moving over something like this? Perhaps I am being too paranoid I don't know.
Perhaps nothing happens by accident and the repeated insect confrontations really are symbolic of something under the surface I need to confront. And maybe moving to a bigger, better place would symbolically represent a kind of maturity. But it might also be infested with something else.
Who knows!
Something about bed bugs gets deeply into the psyche. It might even be a primal thing. But the idea that you are a host of a parasitic creature that comes out and feeds on you at night is like the description of a horror movie. Then you have this diseased feeling of you having something that you can't publicly discuss that may or may not come out in itching and rashes. One starts to feel like a dirty piece of vermin. If you already have low self-esteem this problem inflames it. Then if you have an autistic mind you can get obsessed with the tools and methods of eradication - reading until ones eyes are stinging and as the slowly dawning horrific realisation comes about that they are near impossible to fully eradicate. It also just seems associated with being a low status human somehow and confirmation of one's own most negative interpretation of themselves.
I remember in Canada buying a bed encasement, laundering all my clothes frantically, buying traps. Everything. It was a torrid time. I killed some of them but eventually I just gave up and lived with the problem before moving about 6 months later.
Ever since then I have always been apprehensive about staying in hotels or even visiting someone else's house. I even went through a period of strongly believing I had beg bugs last year only to see a dermatologist and be told my itches were caused by a seasonal allergy.
Anyway, I bring this up because the other day at work I was copying something. I sit down at a desk to staple the documents and boom. A bed bug falls in front of my face onto the paper. It was truly alarming. I am in no doubt what this creature was. I killed it leading to blood smearing all over the white paper. But now what?
What could have caused this?
Maybe my apartment is infested
Maybe someone the office building is
Maybe someone else from work has them
Maybe it was just a random lone traveller
I have no idea
But I have started looking to move out of my apartment feeling somewhat convinced I have them. Maybe this is a bit over the top. I already wanted to move for others reasons and bravely fought off a cockroach infestation earlier in the year. But I just wonder what anyone thinks about this. Is it worth moving over something like this? Perhaps I am being too paranoid I don't know.
Perhaps nothing happens by accident and the repeated insect confrontations really are symbolic of something under the surface I need to confront. And maybe moving to a bigger, better place would symbolically represent a kind of maturity. But it might also be infested with something else.
Who knows!