Anonymous

Upon arrival after a very friendly phone call about available, it seemed nice, affordable, and quiet. My only prerequisites. She even saved me some money by offering a room with a full bed as opposed to queen, (I am sure not many down-grade). I walked into a "different than I pictured " syled room. Small, but spacious, clean, it was a smoking room, but smelled of very stale smoke. One orange-ish accent wall, whitewashed furniture, table and two chairs, flat panel TV, and wall A/C unit that obviously hasn't been on a few days. And 2 relatively small German roaches on opposite walls. It's an older place, but looks to be well kept, and it's the time of year bus yet to start finding winter shelter for molting. I thought not much of it, killed them with paper towels, flushed the caracas' and went on to get a shower and relax. Then another. Then another. Then one over my head as I stand using the commode. None huge, and they were not the famous "flying palmetto bug " Roach, so I continued the killing spree as they were not afraid to come strolling out in the open. I am used to seeing them scatter, and spend half the night tearing a bedroom apart until it is found, killed, and caracas shown to prove if my wife ever saw anything with more than four legs in our home. In spray Max Defense every season, and half ever see anything in the house. I was alone this night. Thank God, otherwise I would be sitting with her at the mental asylum or cardiac unit has she seen what I had seen. Moving along, I saw it was almost 11pm, about time time for my ice cream treat every night, so I walked next door to the convenience store and picked up a pint, and walked back in. Sorry little varmits! I put the ice cream in the freezer /mini fridge, killed a few more, now I am annoyed, it's late. I am gonna shower. While showering, I see two more going up walls and accross ceiling. F-in ridiculous now. I got out, killed them, got dressed. Looked around, by now surely I was alone. But I hadn't check the bed yet... I really was afraid to. Bed is scared ground. To be comfortable, you have to give your trust to the place that you could become your most vulnerable. Otherwise sleep doesn't exist. I pulled down the comforter approximately 18 down the width of the pillow, and Bam! Two more staring "deer in the headlights " at me. Grabbed my flip flop and smashed both with three swings as fast as I could it off. Now I am pissed! I went to the front office, asked for new clean bedding, and the guy tried to explain that the bedding is fresh and changed after every guest. I know that I said, ( but the looks of the comforter and it's accompanying two dozen burn holes, probably hasnt been changed since 1974)and I explained I had just killed two roaches in the bed, as well as two dozen in the last two hours. He cringed and the said he would get them to me right away. About 20 mins later, the young man came back with two flat sheets. I purposely left the two dead on the bed so he could see them, and again I asked for pillow cases and at least a blanket, as I want to strip the bed, and start clean. He said he would look and get them back to. I got the policed up the remaining caracas', washed my hands, and brushed my teeth. Walked over, turning on the tube and looking for some news, through my perifial vision, (and very good vision, already been tested for the evening), I saw movement on the stack of white that was just brought over. Oh yeah, I knew exactly what it was. A rather large, and engorged bedbug, apparently having had feasted recently, was wondering around the "clean" linens like mind over matter. He, or she, didn't mind, and I didn't matter. Camera! I thought. I had always thought of them as a myth, or folklore, until I saw something on Discovery or some sorts about a Boy Scout camp turned infested, and realized its true existence, and just how devastating they ruin a peaceful bedroom, quickly, and how difficult they are to rid of. I thought, no way! He is a hitchhiker, isolated, whatever. Reisha has never seen one, so I got pics and video, with signage from the motel, or my ID in the frame to prove I am not making it up. My Droid Turbo 2's phone shoots 21 Megapixels, 4x zoom and a whopping 2560x1440 pixel display at 640 pixels per square inch. I could the eyes and suckers on the little bugger. No I am freaking out! A freaking nationwide hotel chain at the first exit into Tennessee near Chattanooga off I-75, in the business of beds and sleeping, must know how to control bed bugs! Luckily my two bags stayed on top of the counter unzipped only to retrieve fresh duds for the evening, and re-closed, were scooped up hurriedly as precaution, and taken our to the trunk of car, and clothes just taken off put in plastic bag and tied off. (Heard to do that somewhere, but no idea where). I Went back in forgetting I hadn't gotten rid of him yet, and it was gone. Oh snap! Got to find it! Won't sleep hell, I won't go near the bed till I know this blood sucking monster is damned! Paused, went to the office to report my findings. The guy starts defending his inability to find blankets or s fitted sheet from my request an hour ago, and his obvious annoyance of my interrupting his television program to stand and walk 6 feet to the night window - to do his freaking job! (Which annoys me beyond explanation!) I stopped him and said " Bigger fish to fry. I can handle a few roaches (more like two dozen), but I had to draw the line at bed bugs. I can't deal with bed bugs, I said, that's your job, I can't, I wont sleep in there!" His eyebrows went up as if I was joking, and said suprizingly calmly, "Take that up with the manager in the morning, she'll be here at 7." "Do what? You don't understand.... Not just bugs in the bed, but bedbugs! The f%@kin" bite!" I returned. "She will be here at 7 sir", rather matter of factly. I am going to refrain from my thoughts and temptations at this point, but kerosene and matches had hit my barriers. "What do I do till then, watch them be fruitful and multiply "? Yeah, I am that guy! Prick kid ignored my request for new room like he was playing deaf. My blood is boiling now, and I got my cash put into that office, and I ain't leaving to go find somewhere else and more expensive on a Friday night at 2 am, just to check out in 5 hours, and most likely not sleep anyways after the evening 's chain of events. I will tighten up by telling the condensed version from here on out. I went back to find Count Buggula, to settle my nerves. I pulled every single article from the bed, slowly checking every fold, crevice, crack, and crannies, because if I am gonna lie down, I had better find it, and even then, the odds were against it, especially not knowing yet what any eggs or larvae may look like. Once stripped, I started on the mattress and boxspring. The boxspring is the kind that are bottom mounted to the floor, so you can't take it, nor put anything underneath it, which leaves a great hiding place for bugs. I also noticed I have not seen anymore roaches. Sweet. I was getting low on TP by then anyway. An hour, 2 hours, a third hour goes by, and nothing turns up. I was cautiously anxious and taking my time, and about as nervous as a meth tweaker looking over the entire room, all because I had nothing else to do, nor would I rest with Satan's pet loose in that room somewhere. But then it dawned on me that I never spun the mattress to expose the side at the wall mounted headboard. Still armed with phone camera on zoom with flashlight on, I pulled it and spun the obviously old mattress with worn sides, and corners that peered up like soon will become canoe shaped. Ladies and gents, clear as day, right at the center seem, approximately 4-5 nests, with mommy, daddy,and baby vampire bugs, a smorgasbord of dead ones, horrible stains, and a partridge in a pear tree. I did what everyone would do. Start recording, and call Reisha. Even if it's 0417hrs in the morning. It's bed bugs. Right up there with Unicorns and Leprakauns. I got excellent footage. And sat in the nylon chair adjacent to the exposed edge, with a camera poised as to if a rifleman were pulling security at stand-to, off in some far away land. I wasn't letting one bug out of my sight while I was still on the inside of that room. The rest of the hotel was irrelevant. It had to be. I wanted to knock on neighboring doors to let them know of the evil invasion, but thought better of it, and as a business owner myself, would appreciate it kept under wraps, as long as it was given a top priority to keep other away, and corrective measures were insued... At morning coffee service, I approached the manager, she said it was mentioned,( I also took a specimine in a water bottle, being careful no there people were around) and she said protocol was the exterminators would be dispatched Monday, they will let me know what their findings were, and if in fact bedbugs, there would be no problem with receiving a full refund. Huh? Do what? Refund? If they find? I pulled out my phone and displayed a high def video of Harry and the Henderson's playing The Addams Family on the side of a mattress, two hours worth stored on. I said, " my money back would be nice, or even a different room so I could try to sleep since my head never touched that bed, but your gonna wait till Monday? Each bug lays 5 eggs a day. 5 turns to 25 turns to 625 like over night! She said. If you'll leave me your number, I will call you when I know something further. I am thinking we need caution tape. The NEST team, an evac plan, alert the media, type urgency, and she is acting like, "oh pooh! The popcorn machine just went caputz! " Monday after 4pm, no word on the situation, which I an extremely curious, and a call to the office said she left for the day. Frustrated, I called back, said who I was, and if he would call her at home, pass my number, and return my call as I would be driving all day Tuesday. Midnight, nothing. No concerned manager about a disgruntled guest, no offers of apologies since the beginning, so I basically summed it up too, Motel 6 in East Ridge Tennessee sucks, unless you want to die a slow painful death to severe encephalitis caused by bugs, I wouldnt go near the building or anyone who may have.... Or.. I am a huge whimp and need a tissue and a Teddy bear. But my guts, say the first is more accurate. Goodnight All RLTW!

• Bedbugs Found
• Requested Refund