Don’t let the bedbugs bite

This is a memory-sketch of when the studio apartment my boyfriend and I lived in got bedbugs. It was terrible. It started with mystery bites on my arms and escalated to wearing gloves and thigh-high socks to bed. I remember staying up until 3 in the morning with my flashlight, staking out my spot, and being terrified of those tiny bloodsucking monsters. Our apartment got sprayed and we eventually moved out. The memory is scary but at least it can be an adorable sketch.

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