Bedbugger persona-non-Bugga mentioned an article today in the forums which I found quite interesting: yesterday’s “The Hunt,” a column which follows various New Yorkers in their search for an apartment, described the saga of a young NYC couple who moved five times in two-and-a-half years, simply unable to find the right apartment.
And what’s wrong with their latest pad, in Hamilton Heights? That’s right: bed bugs.
The great chicken-and-egg question for today:
Was the new apartment infested? Or was the moving truck infested?
(Bonus points if you know those are not the only possibilities. My personal bugaboos? Returnable-if-unused moving boxes, and moving blankets, which never get washed. Shudder.)