This morning, I woke up to find two bites on my left wrist. Red itchy welts, staring right back at me.
Reality is finally setting in. It is now about 5 weeks until my lease expires, and I've heard nothing from the management about renewing (or not renewing). I think it's time to start looking for new apartment, and a new bed, and a new sofa, and a variety of other things I will need to dispose of and repurchase when I get to a new, bug-free environment.
I've been meaning to talk to my neighbor, too, to see how his day in court went. He felt rather certain he was going to win expenses for damages. I might have to take that route myself...
