last night i plucked two tiny bugs off my boxspring. tonight i plucked two more, also very tiny, as well as six very small discarded shells. this leads me to believe that another generation has hatched and is launching attack on me.
i still just wish i knew where the hell they were coming from.
and i wish i knew when there would be an end to this.
also, last night, i came home to a note under my door. my downstairs neighbor, the one who is being evicted for deducting extermination costs from his rent, shoved a note under everyone's door in an effort to rally the troops somehow. i guess i ought to send him an email. i'm ready to rally.
