A few weeks ago I wrote a diary about my roach and bed bug infested apartment, and the horrible living conditions my husband and I have lived in for the past 6 months since we moved to Nashville, and now, finally, I have an update.
We alerted the apartment complex to the bed bug infestation, and they gave us a checklist of cleaning etc... to do to get the apartment ready to be fumigated. So we did it. To the letter. When we picked up our box spring to put the bed bug cover on it, we saw that they had established a huge colony in it, and that it seemed they were running in and out from the wall connecting us to the next apartment. Our bed is against the wall, or at least it was. I decided to dispose of my mattresses, so now my husband and I are sleeping on an air mattress until we decide our next step.
They fumigated two weeks ago, and are supposed to do a touch up treatment soon, but lo and behold the bed bugs have migrated to the living room and have infested my couch, my grandmother's antique chairs that I inherited, and my recliners. The likelihood that I can save any of it is low because the furniture is all oddly shaped and would be hard to seal up for a year. My antique chairs are the one exception. I plan on having them heat treated myself.
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So now we basically have nothing left. The beauty of the air mattress is I can clean it, and it's hard to infest things that have no openings that are hospitable to the little vampires. The bites haven't stopped, in fact I think we just pissed them off fumigating. I have refused to pay the apartment complex rent, so I'll probably be evicted, and honestly, I don't care. I'm miserable. I'd rather just start over. I'll clean all the wood and non porous stuff...seal my book collection in plastic totes for a year in a storage unit...and take all my clothes, curtains, etc... to the laundry mat to be boiled and baked.
I have a few appointments this week with new apartments, and I have a cosigner so me up and leaving this apartment complex shouldn't hurt me as I'm filing bankruptcy anyways. I'm at my wits ends. I cannot cope with the level of stress this apartment is causing me, nor do I think that I should have to pay to live in vampire infested hell hole. Some of you may disagree and that is your right, but I have lost everything and they don't deserve another dime from me. This doesn't count the roaches that they "spray" for but never get rid of, nor the fact that my arms and legs are so covered in bites that I have to wear long sleeves to work. My life is effectively miserable and I've lost everything. But at least I still have a job, a puppy that loves me, a husband that loves me, and we will survive.
Thanks for listening Kos...you guys keep me sane :-)