I have learned a new word:
It's Spanish for Bed Bug.
And we have them.
You know, I hate bugs. I'm allergic to wasps and grew up in Texas where Fire Ants are the dominant foreign invaders. I don't like june bugs or roaches (especially roaches) or, well, I don't hate all bugs. Ladybugs eat aphids, Praying Mantises are cool and butterflys. But that's about it.
Bed bugs. They bite Deacon, you know. Sweet baby Deacon so full of happy and life. 36 bites we counted. And we are angry.
So we did what the Guatemalans told us. We soaked his bedclothes in boiling water. We sprayed our whole house with bug spray and let it air out for a day.
And this morning I think he has new bites. Sigh.
So we're taking him to the doctor to see what he thinks. I have probably close to 100 bites. I'm bigger. They itch for 10 days. Jenny has, thankfully, only a few.
Pinche Chinches. I learned that's a sort-of bad word in Guatemala, a curse of sorts. Don't go saying it in church, but it's ok for the bugs.
We'll see what to do next.
6 weeks more and we get a new bed. A fresh, bug free bed. And a clean house with no bed bugs. Yet. But I can prevent them. There are ways the Guatemalans know. And they are skilled at fighting their enemies. We shall be victors.
Go ahead and say it: "Pinche Chinches". (Peen-che Cheen-che's). Say it with venom. Feels good huh? Yeah. It does.