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Jan. 11th, 2013 08:54 pmI have bedbugs. AGAIN.
I really didn't need this.
I have thrown out the mattress that I got for free back in September, and that is the most likely of several possible culprits. Meantime, we're going to be exterminating, Dalek-style...
The landlord called in a pest inspector today. Unfortunately, he called in a company which specializes in termites; so I do not have a lot of confidence in their finding no evidence of bedbugs in the apartment...
(This is why I wanted to call in the guys with the bedbug-sniffing dogs. grumble.)
* Some remarks of the exterminator-dude suggest, otoh, that one of the OTHER apartments may have been the one that called in with bedbugs. wtf.
* And we're presumably getting treated in any case.
* Examination of the Maine statutes suggest that the landlord may be responsible for paying for the whole affair. (Which, I admit, is odd.)
* Landlord does not look like he is going to go along with this without a fight.
Even if he DOES decide to be reasonable about this, though, I didn't need this. Not emotionally, not financially. I'm already about $500 further in debt to my credit card than I can pay off this month, and am shortly going to be bleeding cash to
- rent a truck to take the mattress to the dump, and
- buy a new mattress. And an actual bedframe, this time, to ensure that any surviving bedbugs don't colonize it from the rug.
And it's the beginning of the semester.
And a lot of my life choices are starting to look like this mattress: seemed like a really sweet windfall at the time, but in hindsight have cost me. A lot.
Fuck it, this day is fired. I'm going to drink Kraken and re-read "Through Depression and Back with Ursula" and/or P.G. Wodehouse.
There's no guarantee, of course, that tomorrow is going to be any better.
I really didn't need this.
I have thrown out the mattress that I got for free back in September, and that is the most likely of several possible culprits. Meantime, we're going to be exterminating, Dalek-style...
The landlord called in a pest inspector today. Unfortunately, he called in a company which specializes in termites; so I do not have a lot of confidence in their finding no evidence of bedbugs in the apartment...
(This is why I wanted to call in the guys with the bedbug-sniffing dogs. grumble.)
* Some remarks of the exterminator-dude suggest, otoh, that one of the OTHER apartments may have been the one that called in with bedbugs. wtf.
* And we're presumably getting treated in any case.
* Examination of the Maine statutes suggest that the landlord may be responsible for paying for the whole affair. (Which, I admit, is odd.)
* Landlord does not look like he is going to go along with this without a fight.
Even if he DOES decide to be reasonable about this, though, I didn't need this. Not emotionally, not financially. I'm already about $500 further in debt to my credit card than I can pay off this month, and am shortly going to be bleeding cash to
- rent a truck to take the mattress to the dump, and
- buy a new mattress. And an actual bedframe, this time, to ensure that any surviving bedbugs don't colonize it from the rug.
And it's the beginning of the semester.
And a lot of my life choices are starting to look like this mattress: seemed like a really sweet windfall at the time, but in hindsight have cost me. A lot.
Fuck it, this day is fired. I'm going to drink Kraken and re-read "Through Depression and Back with Ursula" and/or P.G. Wodehouse.
There's no guarantee, of course, that tomorrow is going to be any better.
