Bed Bugs love NYC

A recent survey of pest control companies found bedbugs are now prominently invading commercial businesses -- such as offices, clothing stores and hotels -- rather than private residences.

PIX 11 News first reported in May that New York City was quickly climbing to the top of the list of having the biggest bed bug problem in the country.

Extracted from: http://www.wpix.com/news/local/wpix-bed-bugs-on-the-rise,0,2726280.story

Signs everywhere I walk claiming to be a 100% effective guratantee bug extermination. Whole blocks and high-risers fumigated over night.

Are these creatures the New, New York immigrants?
Compare the linguistic hostility toards them with those mexicans crossing the border every minute.
Mass migration = mass movement = mass infestation = No Control, No Order.

New Rule: Every item of clothing I buy- the minute I'm home, thrown in the washer then the dryer. Twice over. Taking no chances with these blood-thirsty critters.

And now they could be my next inspiration for a performative Halloween costume.
Some of you blogstalkers may recall my performative outfits to the Freshers Ball Alice-InWonderland theme - when I was the Knave of Tarts, with a box-heart which you could open for candy and sweet? And a plate to play Tart Roulette- which one's filled with salt? Or maybe you remember the Glitter Ball, when I came as a cough sweet? All wrapped up in bubble wrap and white iridescent glitter; pop a bubble and recieve a sweet?
These costumes harken back to my younger adolescence when I'd go to clubs with friends dressed up to the 9s, they too, and we'd end up meeting everyone in the club and have our picture taken. Oh the club kid lifestyle, how I miss sometimes.
I've even been to a Bjork concert in Wolverhampton dressed as a present you could open (back when purple and yellow was just coming back as a clash-fash.)

Having missed my opportunity to perform guerilla at the Columbus Day Parade, this is my next chance before thanksgiving. And, perhaps, once more commenting on the current domestic American border and immigration policy with México and Mexicanos, I'm considering going as a Quasi-Mexican Bed Bug (or at least, a mattress, complete with sheets, pillow and blanket... perhaps, and this is the next level, use an actual old mattress, most probably infested with our fateful neighborhood friends ... but maybe I'll just stick to cardboard replicas again...).
The performance out of the costume would be to give away useful and not so useful advise on the control and extermination of bedbugs, but also highlighting the parable of the 'unwelcomed foreign alien' in our spaces of familiarity and control.
As per usual, (bed) bug sweets will be thrown around and handed out to all and sundry as a way of enticing and making [temporary] friends for the evening.
What more can I do..?
Post your ideas to PO Box 722 SUCKY SUCKY

[OutOfContext] "Heat-Smoke 'em out"

"What we're about to show you is brand new... her up-scale Northen Kentucky apartment hasn't been taken over by aliens [note: possible E.T. cultural reference? or perhaps more general cinematic infiltration of the 'site' of new alien technology/futuristic/biohazard apparatus- once again, a rmeinder of the implicated point sof reference hyperreal Hollywood has had on the American journalistic writing and average American psyche).
...she's been invaded by something far worse."
"Hoping to catch them, before they caught her... so humiliating, you don't want to tell anybody...

With the video above, note not only the moment when he announces that he and his family managed to get rid of the bed bugs, right before scratching his arm, hear that nice rasp, but that it appears that advertising companies now are giving some nice fat wads to customers willing to promote their products online via the 'home-baked' and 'neighbourly' medium of the self-uploaded Youtube video. Clever, very clever. McLuhan was right all along- only now the Corporations have cottoned on.

Is it me, or is there a fine line in the irony of the very heat they thrive to, is the very heat that kills them?