What I Learned Today

The nurse from the pediatrician's office called half an hour ago in response to my call yesterday. In the meantime, Spouse and I spent an hour at Home Depot last night looking for a spray product called "Goodnight, Mite"--which sounds like it should be a picture book, but isn't--with which to deal with the bedbug problem, and (when in despite of their computer's insistence that they had 19 bottles in stock, we discovered that there was none to be found) came home with a fogger. This morning, as soon as the girls had left the house, I started the thing fogging, came down and washed my hands, and started folding laundry. Me being me, I opened windows in the rooms that Emily and I are in, and keep imagining that my throat is closing up.

So you can see why, when the nurse said that bedbugs don't travel, and that Sarcasm Girl's welts and itching are almost certainly from bites sustained in Paris, not here, I was appreciative, but sorta wished she'd called yesterday, pre-Home Depot-and-fogging. The nurse suggested that we don't have an infestation at all, and while she understands why we'd want to treat for it anyway, it's not necessary. Sigh.

Apparently, all we can do for the girl is give her hydrocortisone for the itching, and Benadryl if needed, and counsel patience.