What is the absolute, hands-down, worst part about living in Philadelphia? You may expect a California girl such as myself to answer one of the following: the lack of beach, weather that is anything but temperate, the price of avocados, or the driving skills of Philadelphia drivers. While these aspects of living in Philadelphia certainly get on my nerves from time to time, none of these hold the title of the single worst thing about Philadelphia.
The answer? BEDBUGS! Bedbugs are not a Philadelphia-only phenomenon. They are hiding in bed frames and mattresses, under dressers and in vents all over the country. But Philadelphia boasts the second largest population of bed bugs in the country (second only to New York), a fact that has been painfully clear to me for the past 15 hours since, you guessed it, I discovered my own little group of bed bugs scuttling across my bed covers.
Don’t worry! They haven’t gotten their grubby hold on the rest of the house (a fact which we are all hoping the exterminator will confirm). For tonight, I am going to do my best to sleep tight and hope that those little bed bugs don’t bite.