So, I have bedbugs. I think we have had them for a long time, and I think my dad knew because he wasn't too concerned when I said, "Father, I have some bad news for you...."
But, anyways, lately I'll see like one or two on the sheets or on the wall. It's sad how use to to them I've gotten. But, last night my little buddies were everywhere. I saw at least twenty.
So, I took a pen and used it as a sword. >.<
My comforter is white, it looks like I injured a person there. Not seriously, but bad enough that they'd need stitches.
Then Pikachu, my cat, starts to freak out. He would look at something, real focus and then run away and then come back. He was in the kitchen and he started to paw at something. Which terrified me, my first thought was, "not c**k roaches" *sob*
And it wasn't. It was a potato chip.
I had to go to bed. With all of my little bed bug buddies partying, I must admit I felt a little uncomfortable. I put on armor. I wore a sweat shirt with sleeves that cover my hands, a bandanna around my neck, socks that covered the bottom of my pants.
I felt like survivor man.
But without the p***s.
And that's okay, because they can fix that with surgery. I'll have to save up ....
But, I still freaked out in bed, having to sit up every ten minutes to check if the Bed bugs had gone to bed until I fell asleep.
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Tue Jul 06, 2010 @ 06:58pm · 0 Comments |
