We believe a family of batbugs (which, for those just tuning in, are slightly larger and browner than bedbugs but just as obnoxious) took up residence in the couch and have been DRIVING ME BANANAS SINCE JULY.
I've caught a couple of the fuckers in the act (well, just after the act), and I squished myself onto the loveseat last night and didn't get any new bites.
Rescued from the innards of the couch: Two dice, 32 cents, two pencils (one dead), AN ENTIRE BOOK (last week when I hit on the necessity of the Couch Clean).
Aside from needing to happen, the Couch Clean is the more efficient alternative to 'nobody sit on the single biggest piece of furniture in the living room and let's hope we maybe starve them out.'
I look forward to the point I can feel utterly confident I just have a random itch and not a fresh bite. I have complete faith in Megan's vacuum-fu, but I'm still paranoid about this. XD
Rusty: /climbs into the third piece of couch
Megan: Child it's not even clean yet.