After the cleaning, I went to bed my new bedroom, so small and sparse — just my bed, two nightstands and a blank spot on the wall, where my second TV will go when I buy it. It felt strange without any of my things hanging on the walls, or even any paint, but it felt mine, like a blank page or canvas (whoot, whoot).
I fell asleep at peace and slept like a baby, in this cozy little place away from the street-noise of my old room (now living room).
When I woke up this morning, so refreshed, I saw my second bed bug, a little red one, like lady bug who just happens to feed on me. I named her Sookie after Anna Paquin’s character on “True Blood,” who while not actually a vampire, is cute like the little red bug I carefully saved in a piece of tape.
I wasn’t scared or even grossed out. Perfectly calm, I went about my morning, walking barefoot across my kitchen floor, and reminded myself to confirm that exterminator appointment.
This is my home and I can handle anything.
4. November 2009 at 12:25 am
I had to keep a hanky handy the whole time I read this truly harrowing continuation of my(future)boyfriend’s bed bug ordeal, and to think that I wasn’t there(yet)physically (but at least in spirit) makes me sob all over again! It was only when I got to the end that I was able to stop the waterworks thanks to his declaration of survival and the sheer conviction of his(amazingly hairy)will power.
Bless his little LuPone heart.