Box, Book, and Bugs

I have been in my apartment two weeks now. It no longer smells of the smokers who used to occupy it, but new carpet. I've had one person over, kind of, but otherwise, no visitors or knocks on the door. Yesterday, Friday, I had three knocks on my door. It was quite exciting.

The first knock came about 11am. It was the UPS lady. I got this lovely box from my mother. It will be opened tomorrow.

About 3 o'clockish, the second knock sounded. This time it was one of my neighbors. We had chatted in the parking lot a little earlier and she discovered I didn't have a phone book and thought it an important thing for me to have.

The third knock nearly scared me to death. It was 10:30pm and I was in my bathroom getting ready for bed. I hear someone outside my door and then I hear all sorts of horrid noises happening to my door. In my current state of half-dressedness, I was rather terrified. Then came the knock. I went to the door and looked through the peep-hole, but there was no one there. I asked, "Who's there?" but there was no response. I finished getting ready for bed, then carefully scanned the hall again before opening the door. I found a piece of paper folded in half slid between my door and the deadbolt nob. (Knowing there's space there and knowing how loose the dead-bolt feels anyway, even more reason to ask the manager if I can install a chain.) I carefully took the paper and closed and locked my door.

It says, in all caps, "Something you should know!!! Your apartment was infested with bedbugs before you moved in"

That didn't settle too well with me. I've never been so thankful for the not so pleasant smell of new carpet before in my life.

I was able to get my printer ink cartridge refilled for about $15 yesterday and find a Christmas gift for my mother. And that sums up the three knocks bearing three 'Bs' and the excitement of my day.