These are just three of the non sequitors that make up my life these days.
If I successfully bombed my room for bedbugs, then what the hell is that welt on my back? I don’t think it’s a bedbug bite (I even went as far as to look up bedbug bites on line to see if what I had matched—they don’t since what I had are too far apart and not big, red welts and only one or two), but I’m not taking any chances. I’m doing the room again tomorrow. Susan’s paranoia is getting to me. I’m pretty sure that I don’t have bedbugs), but any kind of itch I may get, bedbugs pop to mind first. I want to double check and make sure this time. It sucks but I’m bombing my room again to put my mind at ease.
One thing that the first bombing of the room may have done is fix my mini-DV camcorder. A couple of months ago, I was trying to get a project that has been stalled due to technical difficulties, mainly my camcorder refusing to work correctly and play the tape correctly if at all. Yesterday, I was desperately searching for a copy of a video of the UU Young Adult play that I directed at the Boston General Assembly. I thought it was somewhere in my DV tapes and thought that I might be able to see it on the camcorder through the patchy gray thing that clogs up the visuals. As I’m looking at the video in the monitor, I realize I can see it correctly—no gray bars, no blockage, no problems. Have no idea what the hell happened. The thing seems to work only whenever it wants to. I’m pretty sure it’s possessed.
Sunday, I took Sophia to the aquarium. Before I carried her out of there, we went outside to see the seals a (and I do mean literally carried her out of the aquarium. She wouldn’t put her coat on outside, she threw a fit, wouldn’t stop, so I picked her up and left the aquarium with her). While watching the seals, one of them dove under and came back up. As I was looking at him, in its wake was something floating behind it. Looking closer, and getting a clearer view of where in the rear of the seal it was coming from, I suddenly realized what it was. I know we’re all animals and we all need to go to the bathroom; guess we’re all connected like that. However I don’t need to be right then and there as it’s happening. It’s sort of like the two things you never want to see being made—laws and sausages. This falls right under the sausages category.
March 28, 2007 at 10:12 am
Hello,
My name is Sean and I am a former pest control technician and now Quality Assurance Manager and Technical Advisor for one of North America’s largest pest control companies.
I have spent the better part of the past five years studying and researching bed bugs. It has literally become a hobby.
I have created a website geared toward providing the public with a place to go to get unbiased information and allow industry professionals to communicate with each other on this issue.
The site is called The Bed Bug Resource (www.thebedbugresource.com). At the top of the page there is a Forum button that will take you to the message boards.
If you find this to be a useful resource please feel free to post a link to it, or pass the information on to colleagues and the general public.
If you reference the site or use any of its material I ask that a copy of the article be sent to me.
Sincerely,
Sean
Entomologist / Pest Professional
www.thebedbugresource.com
April 1, 2007 at 7:27 pm
This blog gets weirder every damn time I visit…