Soundly I slept till the door flew open, his hand slamming against the light switch, engulfing the room in brightness.
“I found a fuckin’ bed bug on her bed. Gotta call pest control tomorrow. This is gonna be so much fuckin’ work.”
So late to this for reasons I wish not to discuss other than to answer the Gargleblaster’s question, IS SOMETHING CRAWLING ON ME?
Other than Lovie 
Oh no.
No.
I’m thinking this is fact meeting fiction and that makes me want to cry. For you.
Hope it’s taken care of quickly.
Oh, crap. This should be fiction.
Yours is even UGH-ier than mine! I am so sorry if this rings at all true as it’s one of my biggest fears when traveling (and lice when my kids were young)!
Ooh bedbugs! I am so reminded of my place in India with some scary experiences. Great job.
Reminds me of so many horror stories I’ve heard lately. *shivers*