At the beginning of January, Ionuț had just returned to Bucharest, after the holidays. “That night, I noticed white points on the wall. I thought they were fleas.” They weren't. Then the nightmare started: “I thought I would lose my house”

“For three months, I live with only a few clothes, a sheet and a pillow that I wash. Dulamiță, in a text published by the Panorama website.

Although small as a grain of rice, the flies are hard to scratch. It isolate you, dig you into the psychic and make you feel overwhelmed with shame and doubts. He forces you to face myself with dark scenarios: “Will I throw all my furniture? Will I lose my house?”. I make you question your life and see the suffering of others: an old-forgotten old woman has reached the asylum with pies.

It was beginning in January, I had just returned to Bucharest, after the holidays. That night, I noticed white points that moved on the wall. I was preparing for bed, in the bed in the living room, where I used to sleep. I didn't give them importance. The second night, they appeared again and I felt them in bed. They were pushing my fingers and wrists, and when I crushed them, they left small blood on the mattress. I thought they were fleas.

I cleaned the bed well, aspired and gave with the mop. I didn't feel two days. Then they reappeared. I also saw larger insects. They were aggressive. I moved to the bedroom, but they came after me. I started to worry. Suddenly, the word “plows” came to my mind, as a revelation. I didn't know anything about them, just hiding under the mattresses.

I searched the net and confirmed: I had “beds”. Insects that feed on our blood and pets. They were most likely born of the bats and moved to people when they settled in caves. Then they followed them everywhere throughout history. Up to my home with two rooms in the Drumul Taberei. In a curated block, with 10 floors.

I found them in the mattress folds and within the bed. In the frames of paintings and among the pages of books. They were of all dimensions: from white points, barely visible, to brown adults, of several millimeters. I go through several stages and in each wine to you with insistence. It prefers wood and wives. It slips easily and lay their eggs anywhere: in the corners of the furniture, in the holes in the walls and parquet, after the plinth, sockets or heels. They can remain undetected for months, although they leave many black dots where they make their nests.

The day is hidden, at night they go to hunt, attracted by the heat of the body and the carbon dioxide emitted by our breath. People are their food, so they hide as close to it, less than two meters. As we do not sleep in the kitchen or in the bathroom, they appear there only in passing. On the balcony does not resist, because it is too cold for them. If they are hungry, they appear when we are awake. That's why I saw them on the walls and on the ceiling after 11 at night, before bed. Sometimes motionless, sometimes moving quickly.

Shame and mobilization

I initially associated them with misery, like many others. I even thought naively I came from it. So the first time it hit me. The fault I didn't clean up enough. Then I learned that the misery was not a cause in itself. It helps them to hide. As well as the crowded spaces with objects. Most often, you bring them into the house, through clothes, luggage or furniture in the second hand. You can take them especially from hotels or other infested places, but also from public transport. Other times, they come from neighbors or bring others to the house.

After shame, anxiety came. I gave up looking for explanations on the net and I decided to act. I had learned that the high temperatures rap their flies and eggs. A holy indication was to wash all the fabrics at 60 degrees. However, some things risked shrinking, and in my washing machine they did not fit pilots. So I relied on two anti-plowing solutions in a DIY store; One of them was also for textiles. I cleaned thoroughly, aspired the mattresses and gave everywhere with the two solutions.

After three days of tests, I realized that they were not effective.

My nights had become anguish. The beds appear only in the dark, so I was extinguishing the light in the rooms and waiting for half an hour or an hour, to get out of the hiders. Then I was going to hunt. When I slept, they were pitying me. I had sting and scratched. I was lying in long pants and socks, with the cap on my head, with the zipper pulled up under the chin and with the quilt to the ears. “

Read how Ionuț Dulămiță managed to get rid of the flies, on the panorama.