i worked with a pretty vixen at one of my past jobs.
when i first started in ’12,
she was the first one to train me.
i remember her being so bubbly and welcoming.
she went to the ceo’s office to drop off some files.
a week later,
she was in doom…
her entire apartment got infested with bedbugs.
from what i was told,
the ceo had just got back from vacation somewhere.
his luggage was crawling with bed bugs.
he was the who started the outbreak in the office.
one may have latched on her dress when she was back there.
i watched her go from bubbly to damn near depressed
she had to throw out all her shit,
she was bitten up everywhere,
and she couldn’t sleep.
she was alone in this city and JUST moved into her apartment.
it was a nightmare and i watched it happen live.
i managed to go un-scatched through the grace of God,
but i’ll never forget how she looked.
all of the life within her was taken.
what bothered me was that the managers didn’t give af.
they were catching attitudes because she had to call out.
she eventually quit and i never saw her again.
that whole experience left a legit fear within me
there was a serious bed bug epidemic that had hit the city too.
they were dam near everywhere.
i was bobbin’ and weavin’ everyone and thing.
i’d hear of people who got it and i got paranoid.
they said it’s like being eaten alive.
these monsters love your blood.
because of this…
that fear has lasted with me all these years
i’m don’t like to sit just anywhere,
have anyone stand close to me,
or even go to a hotel to get dicked down.
i’m in fear my neighbors have them and then i’ll get them.
i’m fonting to you about it now and i’m scratching.
there was an outbreak at the last job i had.
i was ready to quit that day.
but that’s what fear will do to you.
it’ll have your mind playing tricks on you.
a foxhole sent me this story that sent me into a tailspin today.
( x read it here )
trust nothing and no one.
you don’t have to be dirty to catch them.
as soon as i walk in the door,
i pull off all my clothes and shake them over my tub.
i don’t lay on anything i been out in the forests with.
i’m not talking to any wolves,
or foresee dick downs in the near future,
so i’m good on hotel stays.
my straight home wolf said he saw one on his pillow at a hotel.
i wouldn’t wish those things on my worst enemy.