Molly McAleer wrote a sensational piece for The Awl documenting her ongoing skirmishes against the bed bugs that have infested her LA apartment. It is terrifying, in that you-know-this-could’ve-been-you kind of way.
Treatment for my bites has been the easiest part. At first they were shiny little red dots. It looked like my stomach had baby acne. The itching only lasted for a couple of days and was nowhere near as severe as mosquito bites. I’ve gone through a couple boxes of Benadryl to decrease the inflammation. I’ve also been using it as a light sleep aid because I’ll lie awake all night in fear if I don’t. I’ve also sunk a TimeWarner bill’s worth of cash into hydrocortisone, which I use as a moisturizer when I get out of the shower. At the rate they are fading, I will not be going to any pool parties this summer. There was nothing in that Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff song about kickin’ it with a girl who had oblong hot dog-colored marks all over her body, correct?
Back here in Bklyn, I have a feeling our Pool Parties might have played host to a bed bug or three.