As I was driving over the mountains to the airport, I got a call from Bad Robert asking if I was going to be around this weekend since he was planning on coming into town. "Nope, sorry, I'm off to Chicago today," I said. "Chicago?" Robert replied. "I hope you're not staying in any hotels while you're there!" Not able to figure out where he was going with this, I decided to just ask him. "Of course I'm staying at a hotel! Why shouldn't I stay in a hotel?" After an uncomfortably long pause, he said "Oh... nothin'... I just saw on the news where hotels are having all kinds of bed bug infestation problems."
So...
Any guesses as to what I've been thinking about as I type this from my hotel bed?
That's all I need... yet another excuse to not sleep.
I swear, I can FEEL the little bastards crawling all over me.
Help.
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Creepy crawlies!
Are you in town for BearPride? Oh wait… 😉
I’m in town for a candy show. But thanks for the warning about BearPride being in town… though I’m not sure how much good this information will do me. I was always told to climb a tree during a bear attack, but there’s not a lot of climbable trees in Chicago.
Oh lawd. A candy show AND Bear Pride all in one week. There’s going to be a lot of sugar-crashed hirsuteness laying around Chicago this weekend. Prep the diabetic crash carts!
Oh, man! Don’t say that!! UGH!
I made Shannon and Chris thoroughly check the beds, sheets and carpets in our hotel room before I’d even put my bag down. It freaks me out so much. Pull up the sheets and look at the mattress. Ew ew.
Oh, and, uh… good night. Sleep tight… don’t let…
Whoops.
Ha! Sorry. 🙂
EXACTLY!
Leave it to Bad Robert…
Your new best travel site: BedBugRegistry. People write in and report on hotel infestations. It is the first site I check prior to making any hotel reservations.
Annnnnd… now I’m even more freaked out. 🙂
What ever you do don’t look for the monster under the bed either.
Monsters wouldn’t be quite so bad. You can SEE monsters!
You can see bedbugs, too. They’re big and messy enough.
My David had a run-in with them in Salt Lake City. And on another trip there, he found unidentified pills in the bedsheets. And the last time, when I went with him, there was a shootout with cops that ended when the shooter tried to speed away, was shot by a cop, and crashed into a light pole right outside the office of our motel. At least we were able to sleep through that.
Okay, if I visit you on Saturday and you pass on your bedbugs to me, there will be hell to pay, buddy. HELL. TO. PAY.
Oh how kind of him to inform you of that fact! No wonder someone invented the sleep sack. (a zip pouch you sleep in so you don’t have to actually touch the bed in a hotel.)
There’s a word for that. Formication: an abnormal sensation as of ants crawling over the skin.
The more you know…
That is so something my mom would do. It’s always some crap she saw on the news and can’t quite remember all the details. “Oh, honey, you shouldn’t be drinking out of those plastic bottles. They cause cancer or infertility or headaches, or is it blindness? I can’t remember. Anyway, they did a study.” Always with the mysterious “they” who did a study.