We have bed bugs, pt. 2

We spent the entire day washing everything we own at the laundromat down the block and then drying it for twice as long as normal. What did this accomplish? Well, hopefully, it killed anything living in our clothes, but more likely, it just shrunk our pants.

"Infected" bags of clothes on their way out:


"Disinfected" bags back home and resting in hermetic isolation:


Then, we plopped in a movie our pal Jarred turned us on to--"The Flesh Eaters"--and got to work cleaning the bejesus out of our bedroom. Here's Jess striking her best Lydia Lunch pose with our cool new Ghostbuster-styled vacuum:


Finally, we coated our bedframe with (a) rubbing alcohol, (b) double sided tape, (c) vaseline and (d) toxic death spray, which our Super was kind enough to provide. In fact, here's a clip of Jess spray painting our mattress with poison, soundtrack by Julian Stein: