Ever since bedbugs redux started up (not that it ever went away, but since they started biting me en force in my bed again), I'd been meaning to get the privacy to make the 311 call. Then, two days ago, I ran into my neighbor on the elevator. Our conversation went like this:
Him: "Hey, how you doin?"
Me: "You know. Okay. You?"
Him: "Girl, we got a SERIOUS bedbug problem goin on on our floor. I can't get rid of 'em, M down the hall's got 'em."
Me: "And I've got 'em too. You should see the bites on my arm from last night."
Him: "You have to call the city."
Me: "I know, I know. I keep meaning to."
We then lamented about how we feel like social pariahs because we don't want to invite any friends into our infested homes, nor do we want to bring bugs with us and infest anyone else's homes. He told me he got rid of his bed. I told him I spent a few hundred bucks protecting mine. I said all my clothes were in plastic bags, he said his were too. I said whatever the super sprayed didn't do shit. He agreed.
So when I called the city today, I made sure they knew that my neighbors were also having problems. For what it's worth, anyway. We need to all have complaints filed so the true severity of the problem is known and recorded. I think I got myself a new mission!
