Here is the detailed account of my first encounter with cimex:
December 30, 2006. I wake up one morning with three big red bites on the body. Two on the face, another on the neck. At the outset, I suspect a spider bite (they also have the habit of biting in three stages).
Find a spider in my room. Blame the spider. Kills the spider.
Corinne Nota Bene: Many perceive themselves infected have been bitten by a spider bite because they also "beaded" (what the English call the Lunch-Lunch-Dinner - Breakfast-Lunch -Dinner - the bug).
But the spider bite not without reason. Unless they feel threatened, they will not attack humans and therefore have no reason to go attack you during your sleep, just like that for fun.
bites are very swollen, similar to those of a mosquito, but even more painful.
I remember because it was the holiday season. They were so big and showy as all the relatives asked me what I had to face and neck (which looked like a fucked-sucked big as the halo was red). A dumb my uncle at a party of New Year's Day to exclaim: "Gna-han-han were you sure it's not a little boy who did this to you, huh?"
Awignan-han.
And so on.
January 6, 2007. In the shower, I discovered three more shots, this time on the shoulders and neck. They are somewhat less apparent than the first, but just as painful. I understand when this was not the spider, but another insect (still alive) which pricks me.
Older bites had still not disappeared. I found it suspicious that they are so slow to fade ...
Corinne Nota Bene: While every skin reacts differently to insect bites, bug bites
have the distinction of being very slow to fade.
January 16, 2007. Still in the shower, I found three more bites on my neck, even smaller than previous ones. The panic begins to settle. Made, I am now convinced that this is an insect that bites me in my sleep. But which one?
I begin to find out about the insects 'home' and borrows a book on parasites.
course, the bites do not pass unnoticed, I already mentioned my concern to some of my coworkers who also questioned me on larger red spots adorning my neck and face.
A colleague of mine tells me when the famous
bedbugs. I had never heard of these critters before. I go to the net, I am informed. I see how all that happens is consistent with the modus operandi
the tack. Three bites in series, appearing from 7 to 10 days apart, often discovered in the morning.
The winners of nonsense we heard during this period of uncertainty, the prize goes to this: "It may be a dream, you know ... kind you make yourself bitten by an insect flies in your dream ... Once that happens sometimes, you get stung in a dream and when you wake it bites us for real, it's like so real! "
Yeah, it is surely just a dream ... Especially
that We see the place where the dart has pierced the skin.
... No comment.
January 25, 2007. same evening bag that comment, I return home with the intention to find the insect that eats me. I
turnabout everything backwards. Blankets, sheets, mattress. Nothing. Nada.
I'll watch on TV a few minutes, come back, and there I see her big, brown, perfectly round, casual strolling on my mattress. I crush it. It pisses blood. I finally confirmed as expected.
Panicked, I decided to sleep on the couch that night. It is a normal reflex, but to outlaw it altogether.
When I awoke, I found that I have new spots on fingers ...
Corinne Nota Bene: The of sleeping outside his bed (or where it usually goes down) may cause migration of some bugs, which could result in the formation of a new "colony".
Lie still in place where you've been stung.
January 29, 2007. My mother brings home a dead insect exterminator. It's confirmed, it is indeed a bug.
Corinne Nota Bene: Despite moult pictures online, I recommend
still going to identify the insect by an expert . Myself, after months of combat against the bugs, no longer had the acuity required to identify accurately. In fact, during the extermination, we're tired, we confuse bugs with sesame seeds and flax, each small apple seed makes us jump. We no longer see clearly.
Thus began my fight
.