That Horrific Night When I Didn’t Sleep Tight
I remember that I loved to spend my holidays at grandma’s home. Now that she is no more with me I miss those times. I was 18 when I spend the last holidays at her home. Yes the time has changed and there is a bulge of the population residing in the big states and big cities of the US but what I loved about my grandma’s home was a sense of openness. It was quite a spacious home in Queens NY. My grandma was in her late 70s. Her wrinkled skin, that cane she used to carry, a long skirt, and above all those twinkling grey eyes full of emotions and expressions are still fresh in my memory.
When I was young we used to paint together and I loved those short stories that she told me. I still remember the caterpillars, butterflies, buzzing honey bees, and dragonflies that used to hover in her lawn. I completed many assignments for my school by collecting plants and insects from her lawn. She was old yet an organized person. There were many types of plants and shrubs in her garden but they were managed and organized. She used to urge me to sow seeds with her. It was another activity that I loved. I remember my visits to chapel and that priest who was quite tall. I felt strange vibes from him and used to hide behind my grandma whenever I saw him.
One of the unforgettable memories related to my grandma’s home is the attack of bed bugs. Yes, it’s true I remember clearly that I reached her home in summers of 2010. I was unaware that a predicament is waiting for me at her home. I was dead tired and wanted to sleep as soon as I reached her home. We ate dinner and she wished me “Goodnight, sleep tight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite”. She smiled and turned towards her room. I knew what she is going to do. It was her favorite activity to collect my pictures and see them from time to time. She had my complete portfolio. She loved to see my photos at night.
Well, I was about to sleep when I felt itching at my neck, I scratched my neck and ignored. Once again, I was about to go in the arms of Morpheus when I felt itching at my knee. The itching didn’t stop and I was lying wide awake in my bed. I went to grandma’s room at 3 a.m. She was snoring and I felt that I was doomed. My room was not in use and bed bugs sneaked there finding a warm cozier space. Her goodnight wishes reverberated in my ears and I couldn’t help but smiled.
The next day the first thing that I did was to call bed bug control services in Queen NY. Thankfully, bed bugs were not spread in the entire place. Professionals purged our home of the bed bugs. Now I feel that it was good that I was there when that menace entered my grandma’s home. It would have been difficult for her to find reliable bed bug control services in Queen NY all alone.