Well I just trudged in the door from my day of traveling out of paradise. Wanting to simply curl up in bed with my kitties, I laid down to read for a few minutes and clear my head. I felt like I was being crawled all over and bitten now and then but tried to convince myself that it was only my imagination. Surely, the bed bugs weren't already attacking me? That's when I looked down and saw one crawling on my arm. A tiny little bugger to be sure but it confirmed my suspicions that I cannot set foot in the bedroom. Upon close inspection, I attained several bites during my short stint in the bed. Looks like it is off to the couch for me.
So long paradise... I will post pictures and stories when I find the energy...
~the very tired and disgruntled me who wishes she was on the beach under the stars right now instead of aching from the cold and being relegated to the just-barely-too-short couch for bed only to have to wake up at 8 to work on a saturday (oh poor baby, right? blah...)