Bite-free for three nights (too early I know but give me this) & what I'm doin(2 posts)
I've been trying to keep my wits about me, and not lose my mind from worry or fear. I don't think anyone who has NEVER had bb's can understand the sort of trauma it brings. Now, I'm trying to stay positive and keep thinking that I, and not these blasted bugs are in control. Though it won't lessen their numbers at all, at least it might do something for me and my mind and quality of life.
In the midst of fighting my problem, I took the time to really sort out my feelings of terror. I realized that it's not that I'm scared of the bugs themselves, or scared of being bitten. (Actually, I'm now very willing to lie as bait just to get rid of them) What I'm truly scared of is the change in my life, and the real possibility of being overrun--translating to losing my time and money in eradicating them. Because that's what we do. No one will just sit and do nothing, we all try every means to kill them. But in the process we spend months and so much money, sleep badly, and get depressed. This is what I'm really scared of, that I can't enjoy a normal life, and instead be a paranoid android all the time. It's losing what is more precious than possessions: time, peace of mind, enjoyment and company of family and friends. (I'm scared of infesting them so I can't go see them) I can't even be intimate with my husband because I'm thinking of bugs all the time. LOL.
Sorry for the rant, but you know how hard it is to unload on anyone else if your problems are bed bugs. LOL.
Anyhow, this is my story, that I also posted in another thread.
Basically, after a week or so of 20+bites on me and none on my husband, I found one big ass adult bedbug, a monster of a thing engorged with blood. Killed it and proceeded to dust the entire room (especially cracks in floorboards) with Deltamethrin powder. We did not and have not seen any other signs like molted skin, fecal spots. Did not and have not spotted any other live bugs. Only a couple of suspicious white things on the floor that popped when I squished them.
The night when we dusted, I got no bites. It has been 3 nights since and no bites. Every night before I sleep, I encircle my previous bite marks with a ballpen, so I'll know for sure when I get a new one.
Deltamethrin has worked once for me in a previous infestation in my youth. I chose it because also from my research it's one of the less toxic pesticides. On the floor now are some dead ants, but no dead BBs.
I plan to leave the powder on for 2 more weeks, reapplying too. I will also dust my cream colored sofa downstairs although we haven't seen anything on it from an initial inspection.
I don't have the time to launder and bag all my stuff. In the room are clothes, a lot of books, a wooden desk, metal bed frame, computer desk and knickknacks. I tried to declutter as much I could, so I could easily spot any bugs.
My strategy is to bait and wait. The bait being myself, LOL. I figure that anywhere they are, they will have to cross the powdered floor to get to me. And if there are any viable eggs anywhere, the newly emerged nymphs will also have to traverse the poison. Maybe since they haven't fed yet, they will die more easily.
In this way, I hope to eradicate all of them, by disrupting the life cycle of adults and nymphs. I will lose my mind if I have to bag and inspect every seam of all the clothes, all the pages of the books. I'd rather really stay sane. I am already suffering. Nothing I can do for the eggs but wait for them to hatch so they could die. Meanwhile, I still inspect madly.
Hope this gives you guys some empowerment. Fight on!
blackavar - 3 hours ago »
What I'm truly scared of is the change in my life, and the real possibility of being overrun--translating to losing my time and money in eradicating them. Because that's what we do. No one will just sit and do nothing, we all try every means to kill them. But in the process we spend months and so much money, sleep badly, and get depressed. This is what I'm really scared of, that I can't enjoy a normal life, and instead be a paranoid android all the time. It's losing what is more precious than possessions: time, peace of mind, enjoyment and company of family and friends.
You described it as it really is. Sorry that I can't argue your points.
You're a good writer, though. Carry on!
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