Right. That's it.

I got bitten by a bed bug last night and actually woke up and caught it, squished it and stuck it to the wall so I could examine it this morning to see what it was. This was in Stef's bed. Ironically, I have suspected for several days that I have bugs in my own bed, as I have been getting big raised weals. I was rather looking forward to a night without pests. No such luck.

However, it is stirring me into action. I'm calling the council at lunchtime to get them to come over and get rid of the bed bugs, the cockroaches I discovered in the kitchen on Monday, the mouse and any other pest of hell fucker that is living in my filthy house. I am going to put up the £100 - £150 myself and I hope that any housemates online reading this (hint hint not very subtle) will help keep the house cleaner than we have before, seeing as I'm being good enough to put up cash I can't really afford to sort our initial problem out. I will do my bit for cleanliness too, believe you me.

Fuckers.*

And I better ulti-matum Stef to get his bed bugs sorted out too. Bloody antique furniture.

* The pests I mean, not my lovely housemates.

yuck

Council contacted.

Will be called back by council to make appointment to get rid of NASTY LITTLE FUCKERS.

Grr.

£100, since you ask, but I don't want to charge it to the landlord because then he'd have to know about it.

Update: have also ordered humane sonic repeller which should arrive in a few days. Be under no illusions that I am buying this because it is humane. I am buying this because I am told it works quite well. Fuck humane when it comes to bloody cockroaches.

a thought occurs

And the thought is that today is the one-year anniversary of the Death of Melisma.

Hip Hip Humbug?

:o)