Eaten out of house and home. (literally)

Normally, my weekends are pretty uneventful. I make up for the sleep that I didn't get during the week. I think about going out to some bar or club. And sometimes, I do. I leave the warmth (or rather not-so-warm due to a dysfunctional heating unit) and comfort of my apartment and head out to enjoy the city's nightlife. Normally, I'm with at least one person I know but since I moved to this city for my job I do not know that many people. But the club/ bar scene bores me. It's the same scantily clad women and the same drooling men. It's not the place to attempt to pick the "searching for more than a one night stand" from those that are merely there for the eye candy. And it's definitely not the place where I even care to try to figure that out. So, most of the time, I chill out. Watch a movie. Read a book. Stay in and enjoy the peacefulness that silence imbues.

But this weekend turned out to be much more eventful than I expected. I woke up on Saturday morning and laid in bed thinking about what I was going to do with my day. After a couple of minutes I noticed a flying bug over my bed. I attempted to catch it but missed. I didn't have my contacts in, so my depth perception was off. I rolled over to the nightstand and grabbed my glasses. My re-focused eyes were horrified to see a black mass moving above my door inside my bedroom. The floor was a moving carpet of blackness. The flying bug flew back by me and I screamed. It was all too much. They were everywhere and they were termites.

I had told my landlord about my new roommates. I'd found a couple of these termites caught in a spider web and some others still chewing there way from the inside of the wall through the door in my bedroom. I had called my landlord over 5 weeks ago and showed him that there were termites. So immediately, after being horrified at the infestation, I was pissed off. I jumped in the shower. I needed to feel cleansed from the hundreds of thousands (not exaggerating here) of termites that were now all over my apartment. I quickly dressed and put on shoes so that I didn't step on their little winged bodies as I made my way to the door. I called my landlord and demanded that he come over and fix this problem.

When he walked in, he seemed to be just as dumbfounded as I was. Except that he doesn't live there and he didn't wake up to it. He told me that he'd never seen anything like that. He contacted the bug guys and got them over there as I vaccuumed up both live and dead termites. Their little wings and bodies were everywhere. I vaccuumed multiple times and still, still there are termites everywhere. And I have discovered that I am quite allergic to their dead little bodies. When I addressed this issue with the landlord, he informed me that he could rent a carpet cleaner from Lowe's and I could clean it. What?! So, I'm about fed up. I vaccuumed the dead termites. I told him about the termites in the first place and he did nothing. Now, I'm taking benadryl like it's my job and attempting to stay awake so that I can do my real job. And I have clean the friggin' carpet?!

Isn't there some law that I get compensated or don't have to pay rent for a termite infested apartment? Oh, and the kicker is that the bug guy came and told me that the termite mound was 2 and a half years old and that there were probably 5 million termites in my apartment. Fabulous, eh?