
I remember reading about a bedbug infestation in New York City recently. That was a little more than a year ago, as reported here by the New York Daily News:
A bedbug epidemic has exploded in every corner of New York City -- striking even upper East Side luxury apartments owned by Gov. Spitzer's father, the Daily News has learned.
I personally know of Manhattanites who were infested with the blood-sucking critters. They not only had to destroy their mattresses, but fumigate their apartments. Ugh!
Well, I came home with a very mild case of bedbugs from our recent Christmas stay in New York. At first, I didn't think anything of it. I was watching Speed the Plow (the Broadway play minus Jeremy Piven, who pulled out of the production not due to bedbugs, but high levels of mercury -- supposedly from eating too much sushi) and kept scratching an area just above my right elbow.
Later that evening, I looked at what I was scratching and there were four perfect little bites. After doing a bit of research on bedbugs (there's no shortage of information online), I found out that the nocturnal creatures leave little patterns. One of them is a trio of bites called "breakfast, lunch and dinner." Mine must have been "breakfast, lunch, dinner and a snack."
I'm lucky to have such a mild case. I can live with my four little souvenirs from the BIg Apple. And yes, I'm sure I got them from the hotel where we stayed in Greenwich Village. As far as treatment, I'm not doing anything, and there's no real danger involved. Although you don't want to scratch them and get an infection. It's just weird after all these years of "sleeping around" in my duties as a travel journalist to actually experience, "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!"