EdipisReks
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i think i have bedbug psychosis. a couple days ago, i found a bedbug on the curtain by my laundry hamper. i'm almost completely sure that it was a stowaway from somewhere i visited on Saturday, maybe the movie theater (Cincinnati is right behind NYC as the bedbug capitol of US). it was a late stage larvae, according to pictures i found online, so not an egg layer yet. i haven't found any signs of any additional bedbug presence, and i've torn my apartment apart twice in the last two days, with no evidence of an infestation, yet every time i feel something on my skin, real or imagined, i jump. my neighbors across the hall seem like the kind of people who would have bedbugs. i think the bedbugs are watching me when i go outside. i think the bedbugs can read my thoughts. i think the bedbugs killed JFK. arrrrgggghhhhh. i have a large bottle of sterifab coming to me and perhaps, if i douse myself and my environs with it, seven times a day, and wear tissue boxes for shoes like Howard Hughes, and perhaps burn the building down, the bedbugs will stop invading my dreams. my building does have a few nice house spiders, perhaps i can coax them into an alliance against the brain bugs that feed on my emotions. it's a communist plot to sap and impurify my precious bodily fluids
what is it about bedbugs that just drives one crazy, even when they aren't there?
what is it about bedbugs that just drives one crazy, even when they aren't there?