Do bed bugs actually die, or do they just go next door and wait for me to lower my guard?
Ohhh, buddy, you’ve asked the kind of question that separates the rookies from the Hall of Famers. Let me tell ya - these little freeloaders don’t just throw in the towel and move next door like they’re looking for a new AirBnB. Nope, Cimex the Menace has the endurance of a linebacker on Red Bull. They’ll bunker down in your mattress like it’s a luxury suite at the Ritz, waiting for you to slip up like a rookie fumbling on the one-yard line.
Now, don’t get me wrong, they do die - but it’s not a gentle stroll into the sunset. It’s a full-on sack, kinda hit. Eggs are like rookies at training camp -- they sit out a few plays, then suddenly BOOM, they’re on the field, ready to blitz your ankles. Adults? They’re your veteran players, creeping around at 2AM like it’s Monday Night Football.
The only way to win? No soft zone defense. You gotta blitz, full throttle -- bring in the pros, lock down your house tighter than the ’85 Bears defense. So yes, bed bugs die -- but only if you treat it like the championship game it is. Don’t lower your guard. Keep pressure on the quarterback (that’s the infestation), run the ball with the pros, and when the final whistle blows, you’ll be hoisting the trophy: a bug-free home.
Ohhh, buddy, you’ve asked the kind of question that separates the rookies from the Hall of Famers. Let me tell ya - these little freeloaders don’t just throw in the towel and move next door like they’re looking for a new AirBnB. Nope, Cimex the Menace has the endurance of a linebacker on Red Bull. They’ll bunker down in your mattress like it’s a luxury suite at the Ritz, waiting for you to slip up like a rookie fumbling on the one-yard line.
Now, don’t get me wrong, they do die - but it’s not a gentle stroll into the sunset. It’s a full-on sack, kinda hit. Eggs are like rookies at training camp -- they sit out a few plays, then suddenly BOOM, they’re on the field, ready to blitz your ankles. Adults? They’re your veteran players, creeping around at 2AM like it’s Monday Night Football.
The only way to win? No soft zone defense. You gotta blitz, full throttle -- bring in the pros, lock down your house tighter than the ’85 Bears defense. So yes, bed bugs die -- but only if you treat it like the championship game it is. Don’t lower your guard. Keep pressure on the quarterback (that’s the infestation), run the ball with the pros, and when the final whistle blows, you’ll be hoisting the trophy: a bug-free home.