I just woke up from a bad dream about bed bugs at the Polynesian. I've had these types of dreams before. Years ago, I had a student whose home, backpack, and even clothing was infested by bed bugs and cockroaches. I used to kill the bugs and bag them for administration because they wanted actual proof. Disgusting. DCF was involved. My classroom was exterminated twice. It was a nightmare year. I had these bad dreams all of the time.
This year I have two students who have the awful itchy bites. We have not yet spotted a bed bug in the classroom, but I'm on constant alert. I keep my personal belongings in giant ziploc bags.
I read this thread frequently, and I need to stop. Last night's dream was so vivid. I was in my room at the Poly talking to my housekeeper when a bed bug walked across the quilt. We both screamed, and she said, "Not again!" I took a photograph of it to show management and tried to kill the bug, but I couldn't catch it. More bugs appeared. We kept screaming. Then I woke up.
I officially have bed bugs on the brain.
When we stay at the Poly in July, I will have my clothes inside giant ziploc bags in my suitcase. (Now I'm wondering about my cloth suitcases altogether. I guess I can bag them too or store them in our Ford Edge.) I will check the mattress. Not really sure how to check the headboard. Either I see them or I don't. Until then, I guess I can no longer read this thread. It has made me officially paranoid...as I scratch my arms and back and head.