Defining Happy

One can only imagine that by living at a place called “Enchanted Forest” you would expect it to be Wild Kingdom outside my cabin door.  After months of becoming one with nature and seeing about 30983209482309483209 different species of animals I thought I had seen just about everything.  That is until I woke up a few days ago with my legs, arms, and back covered in what appeared to be miniature chicken pox.  After scratching twenty three layers off of my skin I just assumed I contracted cooties from one of the three wild dogs, two large iguanas, or family of monkeys living on the property. Fast forward to last night when I was lying in bed reading and felt something biting at my ankles.  I peeled back the covers to discover tiny little…umm….bugs??!!??

Ok, let’s do the math.

I see bugs + the bugs are in the bed = BED BUGS??

Because I’m somewhat of a nerd I immediately googled “BED BUGS” and “BED BUG BITES ON DARK SKIN”.  And the findings confirmed my initial diagnosis.

I informed the owner of the property who is also my trainer of my bites and my discovery and this brawd told me I was mistaken K . I guess the look on my face that followed her comment made her think twice about her reaction because she quickly moved me in to the new tree house that I was originally supposed to be staying in when I arrived.

NOTE: I’m an avid watcher of Law and Order, CSI, and the Investigation Discovery channel.  So know that I will always have plenty of evidence to prove my case.  I thought the 23392304982304923800984 red bites and pieces of tiny crunchy bug shells would be enough but I guess this chick needed a surveillance video and a DNA sample from each bug.

At the end of the day…thank God I didn’t have cooties.  How do you get rid of those anyway? 😉