Shtuff

So I recently came back home to visit for the weekend and all was well. Until it came to the time I had to sleep. I had not been home for about a month, so my mom apparently thought that it would be fine just leaving my bed the way it was...for a whole month. I pull back the covers and blankets and what I find are bugs. Those little, fuzzy infestations that seem to be everywhere and may look cute upon first glance, but are actually horrid little creatures. What's strange is that they do no harm to me, yet I feel slightly ill when I see these tiny creepy-crawlies in my bed. I assumed my mom would have changed the sheets and whatnot for me, but I was wrong. And so, I was stuck with bugs sitting on slightly dusty sheets and blankets that had been sitting in the same place for over a month. In the end, I was getting desperate enough to sleep downstairs on the sofa, but I did not want to leave my already warm sanctuary. So I did what any sane person would do: I ripped everything off my bed, threw all that crap to the ground, and grabbed clean blankets from the closet. Currently I am sitting on this supposed bug-free bed and I am really hoping there are none still on here. Sadly, this goes to show that not all moms are clean freaks. Lesson learned: do not assume Mom will dust and clean room for you when off in college. She has better things to do now.