All clear
Last night, Isobel went to bed with a few rashes all over her back. They looked to be like teensy pimples, clustered tightly together. She also had three bug bites that she woke up with. She had been playing ‘night night’ in my bed. Sound the alarms.
When she got out of bed this morning, the rashes had become huge in diameter, swollen bug bites. Oh, [expletive deleted]. And I had three bug bites on my shoulder. Double oh, [expletive deleted].
But do you know what today was? Apartment inspection day.
And did you know that they have bed bug sniffing dogs? That can find a dead or alive bug or it’s larvae as well at their counterpart can a gram of coke? I didn’t either.
We weren’t here. We didn’t see it go down, but we got the report when we were home.
Not. A. Single. Thing. Found.
They looked in every corner, under all the baseboards, the beds, the toys, the stuffies and not a bed bug was sniffed.
Phew.
Now, does this mean that we have fleas…and should I buy us collars?
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