by Josef Taylor
For the past month or two, I’ve been battling a bed bug infestation. Today, finally, the landlord is sending an exterminator. Last night Cy and I tore apart my apartment to find every article that could be washed and dried. We sealed up boxes of books, threw away infested toolboxes, yearbooks, and class notes from grad school, and organized a complicated game of “fox and sheep” trying to make sure Cy didn’t bring any baddies home with him. In thirty minutes, pest control will be here to spray poison. From what I’ve read, this is only the beginning. Wish me luck!