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Anonymous
Had to MOVE; apartment hotel became infested, and management decided to spray one room at a time. When they moved into MY place, I moved out.
On advice, everything--EVERYTHING--went into airtight-sealed boxes (even the seams were taped) with a couple of mothballs tossed in each and all left sealed for three months--mothballs to kill hatchlings, three months shut to make sure the adults starved. All furniture tossed.
It was not a great three months, with nothing in the new apartment except a huge stack of boxes and what little new stuff I'd bought, but I was going to be damned if I was going to bring the li'l fuckers with me.
A few weeks after moving, I visited a drugstore across the street from the old place. Little old lady in there REEKED of that rotting-berry smell bedbugs emit; she had to be swarming with the bastards. I felt awful for her, but what could I do? Tell her she smelled of vermin? Never went back (San Francisco).
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