The Farm post 2
We first lived in a tiny house. We loved it — but guess who else did? Bed bugs.
I’ve only had the pleasure of meeting those guys once before, back when I was studying. A real pain in the ass. When you like your bed and they like your bed — unless you’re okay with sharing — they’re going to win. Your only hope is to call pest control, gas the whole house, and wash everything you own at 60°C (goodbye, wool).
Needless to say, those f***ers won. We Raid-ed the tiny house, washed all our clothes, steamed everything that couldn’t go in the wash, and moved out… to a tent.
Then it rained, and I discovered my centuries-old tent wasn’t waterproof (I kinda suspected that — the thing is almost as old as me). So we put a big gazebo over it. But the gazebo had a hole in its fabric roof, so we threw a plastic tarp over the gazebo.
Then the wind picked up, and the gazebo started to “walk away.” Fearing it might flip, we packed everything up and were allowed to spend the night in Big Al’s trailer (he’s the owner). It smelled like a 70s bachelor pad had a baby with an ashtray.
At least it didn’t have bed bugs. It did have a resident mouse on the other end, but after staying in New Zealand’s backcountry huts, mouse sounds are basically white noise to me.
After that, we started putting the plastic tarp directly over our tent. Seems to work well, even in heavy rain.
In the meantime, we’ve built a bed in the car we bought. Yep — we now own a Dodge Caravan. It has no bed bugs. It did have wasps living in the door, but Kez destroyed their nest. The poor, confused wasps hung around the door for about a day, then gave up.
We may have lost the battle with the bed bugs, but we definitely won the one against the wasps.
And now we get to drive to places!
Cherrypicker Dirtbags 1-1 Bugs.