I wouldn't wish bed bugs on my worst enemy, but I'd send friends and enemies alike to BBIG. Jon picked up the phone on the first ring and offered to be at my place the next day. He was right on time, wonderfully polite and personable, and wildly conscientious of my space and belongings. He even put little sanitary booties over his shoes. <\/p>\n
He went over my bed very carefully, inspecting sheets, pillowcases, and blankets with an eagle eye and then folding everything with hospital-corner precision while asking me questions about when and where I'd been bitten, etc. After flipping up the mattress and examining the box spring he informed me that we did, in fact, have bedbugs (SEE, HUSBAND? I'M NOT CRAZY), and showed me how to tell the difference between bedbug droppings (ewwwww) and regular dirt. <\/p>\n
Even though the visual inspection confirmed my suspicious, he still let Daisy out of her crate and had her check out our apartment. Naturally, she freaked the f*** out when she got to our mattress, as well as our couch and the coat closet (Jonathan said that was maybe because we had bugs in our vacuum cleaner, which we keep there). <\/p>\n
Fortunately we were already planning to move in a couple of weeks and had heard about the truck fumigation service. Jon confirmed that we were using the right one and told me to book it independently instead of through our movers to save money. All in all, the visit took less than an hour and told me everything I needed to know. <\/p>\n
I hope you never have to deal with the itchy crazy creepy crawlies, but if you do, call these guys. <\/p>\n
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