the cimice saga

Ciao my darling readers!  Yes, I have heard the complaints that it has been too long since my last entry.  And yes, I agree it has been far far too long, my dears, but I do have a good explanation.  And so the cimice saga begins.  Let me preface this entry with a warning: although I have shortened this tale and tried to keep the documentation of the past week's events PG (for those of you out there using TIM as bedtime stories for your children, a move my publicist brother would most certainly approve of), it is rather frightening and at times graphic (thanks to the photo evidence from my roommate, Jenna).  I will not be held liable for feelings of disgust, the need for psychiatric care, or vomit stains after you read this entry.  You have been fairly warned, now I shall begin the cimice saga.

Day 1, Monday: The discovery of the cimice

It was a typical Monday evening in mine and Jenna's bedroom.  We were lounged about, skyping, hollering over to Monica next door, when Jenna lept from her bed as if her behind were on fire and pointed to something on her bed with a scream, "Guys, what is that?!  What the hell is that?!".  After the girls race to our room and spot the cause of the shrieks, we turn to our most trusted resource, Google.  We didn't want to believe what we saw online, so we ran the test results past our Community Assisstant, Annalisa, and turned to our mothers, but the verdict was undeniable.  It was indeed a bedbug.  Upon an inspection of Jenna's and my mattresses (an action that caused me to turn my head and hide), we found that our little rascal was not alone.  He had many accomplices in his operation of terror.  The news rung throughout the apartment: we had bedbugs!  Little did we know the drama and havoc our cimice (for my slower readers who have not picked up on this yet, cimice is the Italiano word for bedbug.  TIM on my part expecting everyone to speak this foreign, un-American language) would wreck in the following week.  Now that I have returned from our evacuation, I am here to tell you the tale.  For those of you who are not familiar with cimice (I hope for your sake it is all of you), the facts of this story sound unbelievable, but trust me, I pinched myself multiple times a day to see if I was dreaming, but no, these are the bare, dirty facts of the Via Tiziano cimice epidemic.