At my wit's end and then this arrived
I don't even know where to start. We've been dealing with this for six months. Two rounds of chemical treatment from a company that promised the world, a steamer I bought off Amazon that I dragged around the house every weekend, bagging all our clothes and stripping the beds down like a routine. My husband actually moved into the guest room because he was convinced the bites were in my head. I stopped inviting anyone over. Ordered Petzly out of pure desperation, honestly not expecting much, and on day 16 I woke up without a single new bite. I sat at the kitchen table and cried for probably twenty minutes. My husband moved back into our bedroom last weekend.








