I froze, holding that tiny dark speck like it was a live grenade. Every late-night article I\u2019d ever read about bed bugs exploded in my memory. I thought about the nights I\u2019d scratched my legs without looking, the random red marks I\u2019d shrugged off, the vague crawling sensations I\u2019d blamed on dry skin and stress. Suddenly they all felt like clues I\u2019d been too naive to see.<\/p>\n
But fear eventually gave way to something calmer: curiosity, then logic. I compared what I\u2019d found to actual bed bug photos, inspected every seam, lifted every cushion, searched for stains, shells, movement\u2014anything that would confirm my worst fears. There was nothing. Just one lonely, lifeless speck in an otherwise clean couch. What I had discovered wasn\u2019t an infestation; it was my own imagination, magnified by the internet and a quiet afternoon. The real relief wasn\u2019t just that my<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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