OK God…lemme have it!
The bedbug in the box spring: I BURNING YOUR MATTRESS!
The second moat is around the base of the walls, to prevent them from being scaled. Thanks for your concern. Also, I am sleeping in a wetsuit.
Sexy.
Yeah, but all the M&Ms are melted:mad:
So the slogan should be; “Melts in your houth, not in your hands”.
Yeah, you know she was asking for it.
That bedbug should have dressed more modestly.
Box spring.
And the seller has torn the thing apart and “found no trace of bedbugs”.
Also, my mattress, which he “volunteered to sanitize” has “no sign of bedbugs”.
I’m probably out the price of my bedding.
I’ve been punked.:mad::mad:
In addition, my Father is obdurate–he will not permit exterminators in the house.
Either Reality is what he says it is, or he doesn’t understand the problem.
On the plus side, I found Diamacious Earth & bugbug spray for sale near my home, and ordered some from Amazon.
So weird, Darwin-wise! One would think an aversion to the Urge to Merge would be an express ticket to extinction. Apparently, the lack of a need for hitting a specific target somewhat makes up for this, but the Goddess must have been drunk that day.
That’s good to know. I’m glad that you are taking only the appropriate measures, and are not acting paranoid at all.
I’ve never had bedbugs, but I’m sure that I’d have at least two moats of DE, too. Maybe I should go find some and stock up, since the bedbugs are apparently rallying.
Bosda-for godsakes, stand up to your father-Jesus Christ! You have an infestation in your house! Tell him you’re paying for it and that’s that! Shit, my dad would be pissed that I brought the damned things into the house, but he wouldn’t be so fucking stupid?
How old is he, anyways?
And as someone said, you found out they were USED. And now you’re trusting the seller again, even though he lied and said they were new?
Oh my god. Please start this site. LOLbedbugz.com. You’ll make a mill(ion New Yorkers squirm with disgust/delight).
I hate you.
If it was up to me, I’ll call those things “Tiny Isopods”. That would make people think. 
Really. My dad would have pulled out all the stops to get rid of the little creeps. So would I. There souldn’t be any need for discussion. You have bugs. Kill them. No discussion. The end.
So, baby, what’s your sign?
Why yes, I AM trying to sleep with you. Why do you ask?
But I don’t think we’ll get much sleep, if you know what I mean, wink wink.
Because really, who the fuck could sleep with the possibility of needle-dicked little insect rapists dropping from the ceiling?
Or move out.
I can’t speak for Bosda, but I believe that his father has some sort of dementia and is dependent. It’s a sad situation.