To Pimp A Butterfly is, was, and remains forever excellent, excellent.
We're still celebrating.
I'm also watching British comedy from 1980s NTA (Nigerian Television)
including
Every episode of Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em (Frank Spencer) and Fawlty Towers.
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It's the worldwide Frank Ocean festival this week and probably next week too. It's beautiful how through his music, we have had to slow down. Not consume-and-dump, not analyse, speculate, hail, or rant, but
just let some music play in the background of life;
just work or chill or build a frigging staircase to nowhere (or in my home these days, learn about mold allergies and bedbug infestation)
and let music do its thing.
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Bonus:
first reaction to Frank Ocean's Channel Orange by BigQuint Indeed. Also see his full first reaction to Kendrick Lamar's Butterfly album. Hilarious. Fantastic. He gets it. Wonderful.
"Delusional parasitosis" definitely some of that is happening. But I also saw a couple of bedbugs, the sofa has a strange moldy smell, I see the black patches that are said to be from their waste / shedding, and strange bites + definite interest in blood. Place is getting treated today for that.
I think about it, maybe it's been a while since I first noticed something different - with my laundry and sleep both here and at my parents', but only this week did I notice more distinct signs of insect palaver. Ah well. What is life without a little stress on occasion? I'll soon forget it happened.
I thank God I don't have mosquitoes. Mosquitoes are the worst.
I just saw another one. It was little, maybe 3mm long, but an adult and it was dead, just hanging on the surface of their couch home. I have to wonder what killed it and I have to try not to be unduly irritated by the whole thing. It'll be nice when all this is nuked and gone.
Part A:
The spraying didn't happen till Sunday. I got back in on Wednesday the last day of August. Cleaned like a maniac and tried to air out the place to reduce the smell of fumigation. Dude, that night was rough, and the next, and the next, and I can't believe I'm still here, because it's another Wednesday today (10 days after) and even last night I thought I might die from the residual fumigation. I was really sure it was some sort of nerve gas, that I was bleeding internally and developing cancer. Dying slowly and what a shame because this shouldn't happen to educated people who should know a bit about petrochemical compounds and poisons.
So guess what, by this afternoon, the smell of the chemicals was pretty light or disappeared (it has this sneaky way of reappearing when I'm sleeping, to just fill my lungs my tongue and everywhere with this bitter acridity) and instead of the gas smell, what I noticed was the smell,
that smell,
the bedbug smell arose again from the couch. I was itchy, had briefly got itchy before this maybe yesterday, I was allergic, and it wasn't just to fumigation this time. The bedbugs were back!
Oh no!
I doused a baby wipe with straight dettol antiseptic and started to wipe the couch. A few moments into the wipe-down I saw a bedbug obviously smoked out of its home.
Oh no.
Confirms what I read before - don't bother fumigating. They don't care. The won't die. Confirms what I knew before fumigating when I had sprayed a bedbug with regular insect spray, and witnessed it swimming in the poison, seemingly not bothered.
So the couch has to go, I decided. I'm irritated and itchy as I type this. So we got the couch out, me and a neighbour's kid. Then I heard the neighbours have bedbugs. Didn't use to have them but within the past year or so definitely, they said.
And they repeated what I'd been told before that losing the couch won't do the trick because they'll be in the bed and everywhere. And there must not be many in the couch anyway. So I said no, you need to smell the couch. It's just one spot that smells like I don't know just makes you want to puke, hard to smell it but you put your nose to it and it's there.
They said well you'll just pick up more bedbugs here because it's rainy season and they have conventions out here. But nope, I have faith, and I'm willing to lose the couch.
Then they did the scan for bedbugs - swept their fingers through the junction area between the seat and back of the couch.
Nothing.
Looked in the deep crease of the couch back, no bugs though of course it still has the black streaks, the bedbug waste stains.
Aside,
I love living here. I have neighbours who care. They weighed in on the matter, listened to my sob story, wondered if I would really be rid of the things, if my other neighbour would not be annoyed that the couch was near his apartment, if someone would not steal the couch...
Then someone checked a seam running down the foot of the couch and sure enough, two happy bedbugs. That's three, just today, the most I've ever found, actually, in my life.
Neighbours say they are an issue, even outdoors, like they just hang out in a colony.
Part B:
I'm still thinking,
did I get them from my neighbours' visit a few weeks ago, they were not here up to an hour though...
or did I get them from my parents' place? Everybody would deny, oh no, we don't have bedbugs but I feel like they had some sort of activity over a month (maybe close to two months) ago in what used to be my favourite cushy couch that was very irritating when I sat in it, what I now recognize as that fluffy itchy but more than itchy wooly filthy feeling. That definitely happened. I remember changing my clothes more.
And they have more than one dog, including one that has lots of rasta hair and goes everywhere including in people's beds and outdoors and definitely the couch. Now you know that irritates me and I'm not big on the dog-in-the-home revolution, very backward of me I know, but I checked online and they said no, dogs don't harbour bedbugs or rather bedbugs like human blood so no, don't blame the poor dog. The thing is I don't trust the Americans or whoever writing these things because what else do you expect dog lovers to write? They mention that dogs can be trained to sniff out bedbugs, but at this point, I'm as good as a bedbug detector - that smell!
If you're judging me, that only shows that you're human. It's gross to think about bedbugs. They're like lice that live in your couch lol. But the internet says they're not hygiene-related. They just need blood, need to reproduce, and have evolved to hang out near where humans sleep.
I'm going to pray.
Bedbugs and Inflation. I think those are the two main things I have to worry about in this life right now. I'ma just pray.
Summary:
Bedbugs give me this allergic filthy feeling, not just from the bites of the bedbugs, from invisible bedbug-related stuff, possibly eggs.
If you have bedbugs, don't bother fumigating. I understand the only real things that kill them off are 1. heat and 2. suffocation.
Fumigation is very bad for your health and not bad for bedbug health.
I'm sunning the couch though it's not very sunny out and it is rainy even so I don't expect good results. I do hope the rest of the apartment stays bedbug free. That's silly - the clothes have bedbug bits on them already. I put on this outfit only maybe three hours ago and I'm itchy already.
I'm praying too because I can't deal.
:D
I found something very tiny and red-orange, very tiny like smaller than the 1mm length they say bedbug EGGS have. Whatever it is, it's had a meal.
I have a plan, sort of. HERE
With the couch out in the "sun", the next homebase is the clothes I've been stashing. They're all going in a dryer for some hardcore anti-bedbug action.
Backup plan: Buy Talcum Powder and Neem Oil (whatever that is, if I can find it) . Pray they go away completely.
The brushing is sorta normal cleaning, yeah. Trust me, when you have bedbugs you're always cleaning something. Good to know that physically reducing their (egg, baby) numbers works.
Are you as excited about my bedbugs as I am? Yippee! Here's a detailed update.
After all the writing up here, I woke up groggy the next day (yesterday) all-round unhappy, and partly because I needed more sleep. By afternoon, took off for my parents' with laundry, to be honest they were darling about it, because I half expected them to turn me out or something.
More about the morning: lay on the floor and probably picked up some bad particles. Friend recommended this powder thing over the phone so I went out to get that and medicated dusting powder and feel sad and cry lol, I really did. Got some food and chats in before like I said migrating to the parents'. Kept clothes away from laundry area waiting for electricity. Started the laundry really late and still working on it now and tomorrow. Hate that stuff hope this never happens again. I also had to iron because the beddings - one of the sheets at least - were bugging me like crawl crawl tickle itch. Friend suggested ironing so I ironed everything on the bed (pillow included ) and even the carpet. Poor ironing job cos I hate ironing don't iron can't bear the boredom...anyway that and two showers and a clothing change helped me get to sleep level.
While buying the powder and stuff I caught an orange bug on my neck. My first encounter with a baby bedbug, unless by some mean coincidence...
By evening too, after friend had explained to me what the eggs were like and really I was sure I hadn't come across such, but found by evening something that completely fit the description...While I was showering. So I now knew about eggs...more in a sec
Before ironing the bed and all I found two more eggs but smaller than the first, like specks of dust but white almost fluorescing like alum...
By today I discovered that those itchy eggs matched the little antibiotic crystals in the wash gel I used lool. So maybe I'm just allergic to many things. This evening I'm feeling an almost-itch coming on but will ignore
But the bedbugs were real. The orange thing on my neck at the market was like the same colour as the little orange ball i'd seen the previous night..which was either an egg but with a drink of blood in it OR a broken off half of a young baby bug . Or who knows maybe with the fumigation that was some other struggling insect altogether. Termites? I don't know what they look like . I'll do a double-check with the photos of bedbugs online.
So I think I had a very mild bedbug infestation - a total of like six bugs found and three bites and a horrible mysterious scratch on the bum - with a major allergy to their presence and eggs. Somehow the allergen would be or get in my bed and in clothes and start to bother within an hour of my contact with each. When the itching occured in the bed it didn't go away and I had to change the sheets that day or next to have peace. Clothes too showed a buildup effect, if i experienced itching in some clothes I would then get more itching from rewearing the same clothes than from fresh clothes.
I already had this fuzzy clothes and furniture issue on a few occasions , weeks before identifying bedbugs, so it's not just made up, I think.
For the laundry I've been doing a steam cycle (wet the clothes then dry) followed by the actual wash then dry. It's a bit more complicated than doing laundry in America...but oh well.
I'll probably borrow a steam iron to attack whatever crops up at my place. To be honest it could use a vacuum and steam clean. We shall overcome. My mum said no carpet is the best policy , but carpet means a lot to me. Hate no carpet soo much.
I feel much better today, happy days that follow sad ones. ��
Notice how I'm becoming a natural science explorer with this experience? ��
Another approach is to chill out.
Think about it: they're just insects. They're not causing any important disease that we know of. The biggest effect is psychological - imagining that they're crawling, afraid that they're lurking, angry that they're biting, unhappy if you're disseminating, ashamed that you're affiliated with...these illustrious hardy little creatures.
Sofa's out there, I'ma let it get sun, rain, and whatever else and possibly never bring it back in.
I'ma hope that there's no more in the house anywhere but you know what, if there are, now that I've been through it before I won't be alarmed.
Meanwhile this has inspired me to get some more wardrobe space (long story) , to make better friends with my people around here, to appreciate this space afresh, to consider maybe getting a new couch or a new relationship with the old couch, to consider rearranging the space (I love doing that, reenergizes you when your space feels new); I got to hang out with my family for a bit longer than I would have, to talk with people about this stuff, to read and learn about bedbugs and actually hold one in my hand, to write essentially this cool and stupid essay in ten parts - you're reading it right now, to learn about my brain and how IMAGINATION is an amazing thing, ...
Enjoy.
More quick notes:
Two comments up, the ?? are smileys - I was using someone's phone.
A few comments up, the babybug thing was not a bedbug at all. Maybe it was an ant.
And you already know that the eggs were not eggs but balls of anti-this-and-that from my soap.
At least some of my allergies were probably from excessive chemical use - I'm ashamed to admit that I rubbed myself down with a little dettol and water (half-and-half) once, bathed probably too much for my own good, and as for the fumigation, I would never do that again. You know I left the house again Thursday Sept 8 nearly two weeks after the initial fumigation and for the next two-three days I was still excreting fumigant, not so much all over my skin anymore but definitely on my nose (my darling nose helps me get rid of poisons fast, why I love it, why it had so many pimples back in the day...kisses, Nose!) and in my mouth. And I think when you've had an experience like that - too much antibiotics, or too much poison your body's been managing for a while, etc, I think I become hypersensitive. Probably why I was itching. May I snatch back some dignity here...while I felt itching sensations, I wasn't necessarily scratching.
Spare a thought for Hillary Clinton. She's running for President and wants to maintain a tough image, but today she has pneumonia and has to be in hospital.
Hugs to anyone freaking out out there. Breathe.
And if you search online for stress, hypervigilance, insomnia, and other psychological symptoms related to bedbugs, wow, you'll find you're NOT CRAZY.
I smell bedbugs. I'm lying in my bed. There had better not be...
This morning I smelled bedbugs in a rolled up curtain so I treated the curtain to boiling water.
Both have been faint smells, but still...it's supposed to be a zero-bug policy. Couch is to be treated and returned next week-ish. We'll see how that goes.
I can now delete this sticky note from my laptop/desktop
" Bedbug help: Pray. Don't Panic. Use dusting powder on bed and self. Get rubbing alcohol and spray bottle to treat bed and couch. Tell others if it works well. Couch quarantine till November dry. "
Bedbug-free since whenever (early September) , didn't need to use these steps but you can see how it's useful to write down what action to take instead of suffering a meltdown from trying 'everything'.
I think I should ask for my couch back now...the chemical treatment + long quarantine/purgatory is probably enough.
Thanks for reading.
Ok guys, bedbugs part 2, about nine months later.
I'm back at my parents' - haven't been here for four weeks. Went out soon as I got back and got in and to sleep like three hours ago. Ok, the bed was made/laid with a comforter/duvet that has been on it for ages, and a thin white cloth (bedsheet) laid over that (that I put on it maybe the last visit, or two or three visits ago, sometime in May) and there was another little cloth (wrapper) thrown in one corner of the bed. Now that was filthy in that the room felt dusty but this cloth felt as though it was triply dusty. I picked that up and pit it in the main room (my sister's room) with my other dirty clothes from the last visit. Now the duvet seemed not only dusty or filthy but also appeared to me to have mould on the same part where the little cloth had been. Now that's bizarre - mould on a patch of cloth lying in a room but oh well I took the whole thing off from the underlying mattress ( a thick naked foam that I'd never seen before at least not since mum did up this bed for me geez maybe a half-year ago. Put that in the hallway and laid a new comforter/duvet thing ( freshly laundered one was right there) and went to sleep directly on that with the bedsheet to cover myself.
Sooo three hours later I was up. Little tiny sensations between itch and bite from microscopic things. Ah must be bedbugs (spoiler: I have them at my home now too) . I really meant to ignore them but things got so uncomfortable I decided to wake up and then after I couldn't find anything that could be biting, decided to iron the bedsheet. My sister uses this room to iron so the iron was right there. Lots and lots of freshly-laundered clothes too. I did find a little orange thing that could have been a piece of lint about 1mm long and thickness say 1/5th of that. No microscope of any kind so I couldn't verify. Ironed and...
To be continued
I can't bear the boredom of ironing so I did a rough job on the single sheet, then I decided to check the wrapper, the little filthy-feeling one. It was unfortunately touching other clothes, dirty stuff from previous visits but also the item i plan for tomorrow. So i pick it up in one hand thinking what best to do with it. Smell it too, it just smells like damp-dusty-old. Soon i feel the filth on my arm...there must be a real thing spreading the sensation and THERE! I see it, a very small white thing like the very small orange thing from minutes before. Newsflash by the way, i just spotted another small orange thing. The white thing was evidence. It was moving up from the cloth in my hand i suppose and it had passed my wrist. I take this to mean - really hungry and so excited to find a human.
So, got my sister's internet on so I could write this essay. Back sitting in my bed. Sister in her room snoring no problem at all. But she washed all these clothes so maybe she felt something? Unlike me, she irons.
There was a time when they got the beds changed in this room. Maybe a year ago. It was a time of maximum dust and must but I slept in it anyway irritated but feeling I had no choice ( why didn't I clean ? ) So now I know the irritation was real...these little white things.
And that time long ago before the incident at my house when I felt a couch at my parents' had the filthy cloud and something that once bit me? And you know since then I have never been able to sit in that couch. And my mum said maybe one or two months ago that she thinks something bit her sitting in that couch too.
I'm itchy as I write this but I don't feel insane because I get what is happening. Showering now would likely just add stress. If thing get bad I'll iron everything again.
Maybe the little orange things are bits of foam because the foam is dark orange and I just found a little orange thing that feels like a damp tiny 1mm piece of foam. Now I know that the little white things have been dispatched all over my body , they've bitten they've fed on blood and I don't know where they go after - do they crawl off or do they rest on or even beneath the skin?
Hope I can sleep after all these extravagant imaginings.
Next I'll tell you about the infestation at my own house.
So there are bedbugs at my parents' house in my bed and now at my wardrobe where the dirty clothes are, and there have been on more than one occasion in the past (bed-moving season, the time I was bitten in the couch, and the time shortly after that I had bedbugs at my house)
At my own place I discovered a bedbug or at least a little 5-8mm insect not a little cockroach and not entirely unlike the model bedbugs that I remember from last year. The day before I'd had neighbour's kid in my room (first visit since before the last infestation) because she'd been crying and alone so I brought her in to crayon and be entertained while waiting for her mum. Saturday morning. Maybe two days later I'm up squatting on the ground (why squat oh yeah laptop was low on the ground and I wasn't wearing bottoms? Or I already had an inkling - I duuno) but would you believe this little insect comes swooping crawling on the carpet towards my ass that is lightly touching the carpet. Hmm I pick up the thing, it's not really really a bedbug but what else can it be, right? I should not have given away my magnifying glass. Anyway I o flush the insect away down the toilet.
Maybe it wasn't the kid who dropped an adult bug in the house but the idea that they possibly dwelt in such peace and harmony with the insects bolstered MY determination to not make a big deal about having a bedbug or bedbugs. I think it was that night that I changed my sheets or maybe the following night - whenever it was that I felt the filth. And like I said the problem started probably midweek officially - or maybe Sunday/Monday - and so what I did?? I grabbed the leftover insect powder from last time and dusted it about the bedfame (between the mattress and bedframe, sometimes in the creased sheets, round the perimeter of the bed) NOT on the sleeping surface itself. So now I had an island. Then on the bed itself I dusted this powder that I bought last time and never got to use. All over the bed. Then I just sleep peacefully in it.
Mild itching, probably because I was thinking of bedbugs but every time I could verify that it was maybe a crystal of dusting-powder or something.
One or two nights then you have to do the powdering again. It's ridiculous because I get powder on myself maybe in my hair but hey I can sleep.
Did I mention that I never did get the couch back. The guy keeps promising but now I'm glad because I don't have to think it was the couch that brought the bugs back.
To be continued...
The smell
So maybe by my second or third day living in my powdered and powderpoison-fenced bed the smell. I believe it was from the foot of my bed where I'd been laying my head. I don't know how to describe the smell - it's a bit like insecticide, a bit like my imagination of what a skunk might fart, and on the internet I saw it was metallic as in the iron in the blood they suck. So again I was determined not to bother. I think the smell spray only went on for short periods and I put my head somewhere else, added poisonpowder to that section of the fence and went on with life. But I wondered what the smell was - excitement at locating food? frustration at being unable to reach food so near? a mating call - pheromones or whatever? just indicative of the presence of the animals? what happens when they die? or some stress signal maybe, like oh no poison arrrgh skunk, or arrrgh that hurts skunk - shoot a stinker put your insect ass.
Then no smell maybe for a day, then the smell from a new section of the bed for a few minuts, then no smell a day, then smell from the pillow for some minutes. Then no smell but you sit really hard on one corner of the mattress and the smell - ouch ouch they're squealing? - I don't know.
I'll be here, away from my place, till Thursday morning. It's now 3am Monday. My sister's up and about. It has to be bedbugs. I pull allnighters, she doesn't. Poor girl if it is.
Meanwhile the little white things that crawled on me must be quite pleased. Itching a bit - bigger magnitudes but smaller frequency of itching than when they first found me. A spongey/scrubby shower tmrw should take care of those. Maybe I'll buy powder tomorrow for this bed too if I'm not too lazy and if this turns out to be really uncomfy.
A few typos including out/put : shoot a stinker OUT your insect ass.
Forgot to add that say one month ago I had an inkling that there might be bedbugs again at my home, mentioned it to my friend but pretended it was a joke, and it sort of was, or just a fear. But it became real. And I say this to say that I shouldn't blame the child. When this stuff happens, I (cruel, yes) want and need to blame somebody but no, the last flare-up may have been a month in before this child came by. And there's a good chance that the seeds of the next flare up are there, everywhere, and maybe have been for years.
Aight. Stay calm.
I carefully ironed the sheets and comforter and all has been quiet since.
So I did fine at my parents'. It would help if next time I cleaned the room, not just the top of the bed. Like I said, the ironing the top of the bed helped, and it did seem like 'things' that were invisible and itch-causing crept up the sides as days went by so I had to clean the bed top again but then it was fine; it was easy to sleep after observing just that.
Now I've been back at my place for a few days. First, all the powder I'd used before leaving made the place dry and cobwebby. Used more powder and slept well. But I got tired of the powder, dusted the bed and last night used no fresh powder on the bed. Did not sleep well. I feel itchy. Definitely have bebugs - the intermittent smell from inside parts of the bed, for what feels like a few sessions of a few minutes per 24hr day. Whatever is itching or biting is not an adult bedbug...it's very small, maybe invisible, and usually not a living thing at all - every speck and fiber it seems makes me itch a bit because I'm thinking about bedbugs. It's just in my head. Better use the powder and sleep.
All that powder all these days made me skin different and made it feel itchier. On this hypothesis I took a bath with a softer soap and more effort at melting off a bit of the layer of whatever nonsense may have built up on my skin. Did the mildest of exercise too, to help with the pores and all that. Slept like a baby in the same bed.
This is more proof that some of the stuff you do in reaction to thinking you have bedbugs (showering more, applying nonsense to your bed and to your body, ...) actually make the symptoms worse and the cycle of hysteria deeper. Really important to try to stay calm.
So no more powder on the bed (though I really enjoyed the smell and the excessive fresh dryness at first) and if things seem to flare up again I'll just use the regular powder or the insect poison powder around the bed/bedframe perimeter. Really happy and really enjoying the experimentation.
Had a rough night last night - kept jumping out of bed to try to catch whatever it was.
You know what I think now? I think it's some sort of allergy. A mold allergy. The last time was 10months ago, so, like a year ago, and so it has something to do with the season. Lots of rain. Mold. Little invisible things that thrive on the mold (plus maybe bedbugs flare up and fart and come out of deep hiding) and cause itching.
RELAX.
It's not easy ignoring them when you know they're there. The smell these days is not the sharp fruity acid fart. It's like a smokey burning smell. Like heat on foam or something. It does sort of put you in a bad mood to just stay inhaling all that rubbish, and it makes you itchy too.
I'm just cranky because 1. there's a boy that I like :D :) and 2. I wish I was rich rich rich and could just say fuck you to the bedbugs, like go stay in a hotel or something, and have people go clean them out of the house - they'd put in a new mattress and everything. :D :)
Popular Science article about the smell, why bedbugs depend on the smell, and how that phenomenon suggests one could make a bedbug-trap or similar "cure" for infestation.
soon after the last post (more than three weeks ago) I decided it was a mold allergy that was causing me to itch. It's been VERY rainy and at the rainiest of times the whole thing gets hyperactive, and then a few days later it would calm down.
I still haven't seen a bedbug although on the rainiest days (it's raining right now, but honestly, like a month ago it actually made news that a lot of Lagos was flooded) I've had centipedes hiding in my house - and if you can have centipedes (where do they come from?) you can have any little critter too. Bedbugs maybe. Beetles. Cockroaches.
At least five centipedes in the last month. They crawl under the linoleum and just hang out there for days or weeks. If they're unlucky they get crushed because I step on the sheet and crush them by accident. One was in a soup bowl full of water in my sink the other day. Upside down, so maybe not going to breathe again? Poor thing. They find themselves in my room, lost in a sea of carpet, don't know where to hide...
Soon after the last post I saw a gecko stationed behind my bed - on the wall in the less than one inch between the headboard of the bed and the wall. I also heard him wrangle something and later found a half-cockroach. It seems this little guy killed the cockroach for food...weird, they're usually happy enough with tiny little insects the size of a fly. It made me decide to sleep easy in the belief that even if I had bedbugs, this little reptile was there to gobble gobble them up.
I need never have worried.
Once or twice in the past month I've felt itchy enough to put the powder in my bed. That too is consistent with the mould idea.
Sometimes the smell stinks out, and also sometimes I can't sit on the floor without getting this very uncomfortable feeling that the little bedbugs are coming to get their food and that the whole thing is going to flare up again. But with courage, some calm, and with natural predators (gecko family), ... it will be fine.
Experience is a great teacher.
I now have a sane and easy protocol for dealing with bed-based itchiness, invisible bedbugs and/or the fear of bedbugs.
1. DON'T PANIC. Don't start feeling like a moral/hygiene failure. Don't determine to kill the buggers. Just chill. They have as much a right to be there as you do, lol.
2. DUMP SOME NON-POISONOUS PREFERABLY MEDICATED POWDER generously all over your bed. The powder is dessicating (drying) and not only freshens (antiseptic etc) but also probably makes your bed not a fun place for any bugs. You'll notice the effect immediately.
3. THAT'S IT. That's probably all you need to do. Do not panic. Do not worry. Do not overthink it. Relax and sleep. However, if you find out after some time (days) that you have a real big problem then move up to advanced measures like 'piff-paff' at the feet of your bed and such, heat treatments like ironing and dryers, throwing things away, and so on.
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