It started like any normal morning — sunlight, coffee, calm. Then I saw them: tiny white specks on the sheets, like grains of rice. One moved. My stomach sank.
A quick search confirmed my fear — bedbug eggs. Almost invisible, sticky, pearly white, waiting to hatch into blood-hungry nymphs within days. Suddenly my bed, my safe place, felt like a battlefield.
Bedbugs aren’t just an itchy nuisance. They bring sleepless nights, constant vigilance, and a creeping sense that nowhere is truly clean. They hide in seams, furniture, and even spotless rooms.
That morning taught me how easily comfort can shatter. Now I check every corner, every seam. Because sometimes the tiniest signs warn of the biggest problems.
