I didn’t waste a second. I stripped my bedding, washed everything on high heat, disinfected the mattress, and vacuumed every inch of the room. Just to be sure, I also booked a doctor’s appointment — I needed to know if there was any risk of bites or allergic reaction. Thankfully, everything checked out fine.
Still, the thought of stink bug eggs in my bed was enough to make my skin crawl. That day taught me a lesson I won’t forget: even small details can signal something bigger. Now, I check my sheets regularly, clean more often, and inspect my dog’s fur and paws after every walk.
It might sound overcautious, but after that morning scare, I’ve learned that it’s better to be alert than alarmed — because sometimes, what looks like a few harmless dots can turn into a discovery you’ll never forget.
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