The woman called for advice. Her daughter had discovered them in her Mattress, bedbugs. I'll never forget the moment I learned that Jack's caregiver had introduced the Scourge to our home. I sat at my dining room table, head in my Hands, in absolute total despair. And then I arose to do battle with the Bugs. I frantically prepped the house for the Exterminator who would come the Next morning. I stuffed everything washable into garbage bags and Lugged them to the garage until I could Wash and dry the items. I emptied drawers, pulled out the stuff I Had stashed under my bed and looked for Bug bites. I must admit I wasn't rejoicing in the Lord, but I was moaning for mercy. After several treatments over a period of Weeks the plague was over, but I still Cringe at the memory. My mattresses are still covered with bedbug proof Encasements and my bed posts rest in Protective receptacles. When I'm out and about I keep my purse off The floor. I imagine I will always be paranoid. I tried to offer my friend hope for her Daughter despite the gloom and Doom. I could tell her the bug bites don't spread Disease and that there is no greater incentive To clean the house. |