Early in my childhood I never had any problems falling asleep until one night my mother was reading me a bed time story about monsters. The story scared me a little but I wasn't too worried as my mother had read me scary stories before. But just as she was tucking me in under the covers she said something to me that she had never said before. She stood in the doorway with her fingers on the light switch and said, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
She turned off the light and closed the door. Suddenly my room was steeped into darkness and I asked myself, "What the hell is a bed bug?" I was only seven years old at the time and I had never heard of a bed bug before and there was something about it that scared me. I laid in bed all night thinking about what a bed bug could possibly be. It didn't take me long to figure out that a bed bug was a bug that lived in people's beds and would bite them. Once I came to this revelation I quickly got up out of my bed, turned on the light, tore off my bedsheets and frantically started to search for bugs that I knew were likely too small to see with your eyes. I had no idea as to what their size was supposed to be so I grabbed my magnifying glass and spent the rest of the night searching my bed, its covers and my pillow for any signs of the them. I couldn't find any but I thought that because they were bed bugs they likely only came out at night, therefore I would never be able to see them, but possibly only feel their little bites.
The next morning I asked my mother about them and she said that they do exist but that we didn't have any in the house and she was only joking when she said, "Don't let the bed bugs bite." Still there was something in the way she said it that spooked me. Her words also planted the seed of doubt in my mind that maybe there were some in my bed.
She tried to make me feel better but nothing could convince me that there weren't bed bugs in my sheets. Every night I looked for them, felt for them, trying to find evidence of their existence. Then one morning I woke up and noticed that I had little red marks all over my body. I showed my mother and she took me to the doctor.
The doctor looked at the red spots and gave me a complete examination and said that it was a minor rash on my skin and that it was not marks from bed bug's bites. Both my mother and I were relieved at the doctor's diagnosis. Suddenly I wondered why I had been thinking such crazy thoughts about the bed bugs.
Later on that afternoon my mom took me to get my haircut and half way through the cut the hairdresser stopped cutting my hair and said, "You have lice."