Some things, I would enjoy discovering in my bed: crisp, 800 thread-count sheets, a sexy sprinkling of red rose petals, Jon Hamm in his skivvies. Better yet, all three simultaneously.
One thing I would NOT relish finding is a bedbug. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Seriously, my goombahs, I’d rather find a bloody horse’s head under the covers than that creepy bloodsucking insect, also known as wall louse, mahogany flat, crimson rambler, heavy dragoon and redcoat. (Who else thinks “crimson rambler” sounds like your dad’s old sedan? “Hop in the Crimson Rambler, kids. It’s Dairy Queen night!”)
An attack by these parasites leaves your body covered with itchy red welts that are so gross, I could barely look at the 1.16 million photos on Google. Imagine waking up after a wild night in Times Square to discover you look like a leper!
(Who is scratching themselves right now, besides me?)
Bedbugs have, by all accounts, invaded the country — the East and West coasts, anyway. They’ve infiltrated hotels, dorm rooms, airplanes and lingerie shops.
It’s gotten so bad, the entomological community decided to hold a Bedbug Summit in Chicago this week, offering “the best information on bedbugs available to date,” according to the organizer, Phillip Cooper of Bedbug Central. (Now, there’s a place they’re certainly lining up to work.)
The event was a combination conference and trade show, complete with the latest bedbug technology, like sprayers and steamers, and even bedbug sniffing dogs to rent. There is, apparently, big money in bedbug eradication and prevention. One enterprising company is marketing a ring-shaped device that fastens around the leg of the bed to prevent bedbugs from climbing up to the mattress.
Now, why didn’t I think of that?
Wait a minute, I DID!
It was the fall of 1981. My son, our firstborn, was just a month old. We lived in a two-bedroom starter cottage in Kansas City. My husband worked a swing shift and often left home at 10:30 p.m. for the salt mines. (It was actually the railroad, but “salt mines” seems so Loretta Lynn.) It sounds miserable, I know, but because I was young, dumb and happy, I didn’t complain. Much.
One night, when my hard-working spouse was away, I woke for the baby’s midnight feeding. (Maybe it was the 2 a.m. feeding. Or the 4 o’clock. I don’t recall. The kid ate all the time!)
Anyway, just as I was placing my sated, sound-asleep baby back in his antique iron crib, a mouse scurried across the mattress! I shrieked a blood-curling scream, drew my son close and did what every self-respecting mother would do in the same situation: Run home to Grandma’s.
The next day, as my husband set traps in every nook and cranny, I constructed what I came to call “critter guards.” These were cardboard disks, approximately 5 inches in diameter that I covered with aluminum foil and affixed to the legs of the crib, which I had moved to the center of the room to prevent critters from dive-bombing the baby from the curtains.
My husband was undoubtedly skeptical that my latest craft project would have the desired effect but he was young, dumb and happy, so he humored me (and probably thought, “At least, it’s not another macramé pot hanger”).
Still, I am pleased to report that no mouse, or other creature, ventured into the crib again.
I knew I should have patented those critter guards. I could have sold them to every hotel in Manhattan. Do the math: two beds per room at four legs per bed? Ca-ching! Donald Trump’s order alone could have funded my retirement in Panama.
On the other hand, maybe it’s not too late to exploit the bedbug situation for my personal gain. After all, experts predict the buggers will be hitting sheets in the Midwest in 18 months. Surely there’s a way to make money off this disgusting pandemic.
Wait a minute! Did someone say “bedbug sniffing dogs?” I’ve got a cocker spaniel, for crying out loud! Her sense of smell is 40 times more acute than the average human. If she can sniff out an old bone from the bottom of the compost heap, surely she can handle a few crimson ramblers.
Ah, but that means I’d have to train her with actual live bedbugs. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew!!