This is an international story and is pertinent to all people, not just the so-called off topic international sub-forum here, but I post it in here so I don't get banned. Feel free to move it to the International sub-forum. No, you don't HAVE to, Exec, hehe. Thanks for letting me bleed my heart out in this forum so so many years everyone! -------------------------------------BEGIN--------------------------- \ In early June I saw, in a room downstairs used to store a Big Blue Bin, an infested mattress, bedbugs. I GO DOWN INTO THE ROOM TO TOSS MY GARBAGE INTO EVERY COUPLE DAYS. I freaked out, went back up into my apartment and started searching, I didn't know much about bedbugs, where they live, what they do, etc. I sure do now. I found one, he was scurrying across my carpet. I killed him and put him into a little tiny plastic zip-lock bag and brought him to the complex manager. Management said, we will take care of it, Mr Colquhoun. It was then my troubles really started. Every week since, a pesticide control crew have come through all my belongings, alternating, one week a dog crew comes and searches for bedbug sign [scent]. ANd the other week they come with a treatment crew, to apply various [now considered safe for environment] pesticides. THE THINGS ARE STILL HERE. I am finding entry points to my apartment the crew didn't find, which is only human, those guys cannot do their work instantly, I understand and don't blame anyone. 7 visits. 8the on Tuesday coming up. I have tried applying remedies I can think of that compliment rather than interfere with the treatments. THE THINGS ARE STILL HERE. I am now well schooled in the things, have readed a TONNE of material about them. And am realistic now, I won't be rid of them in this apartment for a year..... AND THAT IS ONCE ALL ENTRY POINTS INTO THIS PLACE ARE BARRICADED, and those bug crew isn't finding them fast enough for me, I am vigilant and am searching this place every day, as a routine. I keep finding entry points the crew aren't finding. I have thrown out almost all my clothes, even after rigorously hot washing everything and bagging it all in sealed bags Then I found them hanging out UNDER THE BAGS I HAD STORED. I flipped out and threw out ALL MY CLOTHING. Yup ALL OF EM. I have now, enough clothing for a backpack, like I used to have when I was 17 and moved away from home. I liked it just fine then and can live light now too. I threw out all furniture, couches chairs bed, N Tabes, coffee tables, books shelves. THE THINGS ARE STILL HERE. The crew have now applied pesticides three times. their forth application next Tuesday. And this is going to go on and on and on and on. I HAVE NO PRIVACY. All of my belongings are not meant to be looked over by strangers, so in order to avoid that, I threw out so much stuff. I am camping in here, I sleep on a foam mat [they don't like the man made foam, they won't nest on it, but they can and do walk on it and crawl under it, but at least they don't stay on it. Every week I am stripping down every bit of bedding I have and doing the proper washing regime and drying. I am applying barriers, home made, petroleum jelly around their discovered-by-me lairs, which the bug crew missed. The crew seems blind UPWARDS. There are so many lairs above head level, and those guys aren't finding those, they are paying attention to the dog, but they need a monkey, who can climb. I am not using pesticides, as they will interfere with the methods the crew is using. SO I am limited as to what I can do, in order to be pro-active. The bug control company say I mustn't mess with em, just leave em alone, let the crew exterminate them. WELL THEY AIN'T WINNING THIS BATTLE, they need my help. I am not being proud, I mean it, these bugs won't be controlled without my help too, so the bug guys just ask I keep in touch and tell em what barriers I have erected, so they can co-ordinate. That is a lot better than the double-talkin I got the first couple times I phoned them. I had my Provincial top level applicators license twenty years ago. I scored 2nd highest in BC history at exams [easy it is just rote learning just read!] so high they made me come back and do the exam again.,But all that I learned was forestry, and the work I did was herbicides, not pesticides, so I didn't learn much about bugs, but was and am well aware that1: I am a smart guy and 2:My knowledge is not as current as the current bug guys. SO I just don't want them handing me bullshit. They don't anymore. I am wracking my brain. THE THINGS ARE STILL HERE. Entry points are typical, if you read about the creatures it then becomes easier to second guess them. I keep finding more entry points and I keep on finding their feces and their living places undiscovered by the crew and their dog. They things are in the ceiling!!!!!!! No dog climbs up there. They tell me that if the situation doesn't improve they will encase ALL of my belongings in a Big Plastic Bag and steam everything with high temperatures. I know it won't work those things are entering from the their migration routes, which I am discovering slowly but surely but I am not confident, I am sure I am never going to find all of their entry points, I am only human, just like the exterminators who are failing to end this problem. Again, I don't place blame, I know better than that. The only way to get right of em all is to kill em all on the same time period, send everyone out of here for a week [hotel rental, a load of naked people with NO belongings brought with em] and then the setting up of a Bedbug Apocalypse in this building. And that will never be done. Management here is not serious about this infestation, if they were, this building would be treated. And then the things would come back anyway, entry pints being Outside World. I am pretty disheartened. I don't have a lot of property, when I got sick ALL my property except a few documents was disposed of. I had nothing when I awoke in hospital. Mum said, Oh tom, this is a Brand New Start To A Brand New Life for you don't worry, we will help get you all set up! So, I have a nice little table for two. A couple chairs for it. A couple lamps, that sorts of things. I am so fed up, I am considering throwing away everything I own [except for my computer, and I can make sure there is NOTHING alive in that. I am seriously considering walking out of this place, naked, getting in mum's car and driving out of here. Mum is my guardian has been since I was sick and helpless, I never relinquish her legal guardianship of me, both of us are aware that I might become helpless again some day and why not just leave Mum as legal advocate, there is no harm [she is MY MUM!!!!!!!]. Mum says if I have to tolerate much more of this it will be time FOR ANOTHER NEW START. This continent is now infested with Bed Bugs, they almost disappeared fifty years ago. Now they are back, with a vengeance and they ARE RELENTLESS. I AM SICK OF THIS. I used to be very happy living in the bush, I spent many happy years as a hobo, with a neat camp and a happy life [I had work, be assured, a hobo is NOT A BUM]. I have had a heart attack [two of em] so I am not suited to live in a outdoor environment anymore. BUT IF THIS KEEPS UP, I MIGHT JUST GIVE IT A TRY There are no bedbugs in the forest. Imagine, Tom C scantily clad [in summer], romping in a forest in Beautiful SW British Columbia, a very benign climate, my home which I am happy in, naked in the forest, happy, some smoked meat, some nuts, some dried fruit, a sturdy wall tent. In winter that is why I said wall-tent, and not just tent. I just need to be sure I can cut wood and stuff. I need a mailing address ad that sorts of thing, unlike when I was hobo-ing in days past. One of my dreams is to live light like that, but my heart attack preempted that dream. Hey Mum what do ya think about this idea? [she is gonna freak out, will think a bear is gonna eat me or something or maybe I might get sick..... Well I am sick now, in here, this box].