December 24, 2012
Sometimes you start with a plan and with the best of intentions--and then life happens. This is when you find out how you are truly doing.
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A week ago Friday, I took the men in my Mentoring Group on our year-end retreat. We had a great time on Friday evening, including catching up with one another around a beautiful campfire.
After I went to bed, I felt some itching but nothing too out of the ordinary. My skin is normally dry in the winter, so I didn't think too much about it.
However, in the morning, I asked one of the guys from my cabin how he slept. "Not too well," he reported. "I felt like bugs were crawling all over me." One of the other guys overheard us and chimed in, "Me, too!"
Uh-oh, I thought. Could it be? No way!
"Let's check out the beds," I suggested, not really wanting to confront what I thought I'd find.
Sure enough, we found numerous bed bugs, some dead and some alive. We also found red streaks in the sheets--a tell-tale sign of bed bugs. (This is more than you want to know, but it is their blood infused fecal matter. I know, yuck!)
Though we were pretty grossed out, we reported the matter and began day two of our retreat. None of us seemed worse for the wear and the bugs appeared to be isolated to one cabin. We went on with our program.
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