When I was a little kid I remember asking my father (now deceased) what a bedbug was. I grew up with the impression that it was something that lives inside of straw beds, barns and in more rural areas.

I caught one early this morning strolling across my pillow. Seems he had a good meal.

This isn't the first time I found one. I usually find at least one every year and never thought much of it. After all, I didn't have any of those terrifying itchy bite marks that you find on google images. Could I really assume I had an infestation and this wasn't an isolated incident?

I'm seriously rethinking that right now. It turns out I'm not allergic to bedbugs bites, at least not yet anyway. They look more like red or brown freckles clustered in the bedbug pattern. With this new found knowledge I've been noticing a few things about my feet...