AKA William

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Horrified as I was to confront this disgusting critter and the subsequent extermination process (even more involved than what I had just mistakenly gone through for scabies), it was at least comforting to know that my itching wasn’t psychosomatic and that the concrete problem I was dealing was now solvable — I now knew my enemy.

I decided to do nothing, to wait it out, and deal with the problem after my roommate was gone. I felt bad not telling her, but then we had discussed my itching for months and she, not suffering, hadn’t even bothered to get a scabies treatment. And frankly, she was such a slob that I just couldn’t imagine any way for her to get her stuff organized enough to successfully treat an infestation. So I gritted my teeth, thinking I’d made it this long, and decided to wait two weeks for her to move out before I get an exterminator in to bomb the place.

My parents had generously offered to pay for a professional cleaning crew to come in before the exterminator comes in to go postal on my place after my roommate left, and the vision of that transformation has kept me going. Surviving these last two weeks of walking through my roommate’s filth, knowing that little bugs were sucking my blood in my sleep, was a triumph of will.

As I counted down the days until my roommate moved, I soothed myself to sleep every night planning and dreaming about my apartment and how nice and clean I was going to make it and how I want to set it up, what I want to buy, when and where, etc.

Last Friday, when my roommate surprised me by moving out two days early, I jumped at the chance to book a cleaning crew ASAP. Youdirtyitwepurdyit seemed like the best company online and I booked a two-man team for Sunday, November 1st.