Aah, so, I realize that this is all my fault. I should have never let anyone come over when there was even the possibility of there being bed bugs still.
The bugs are contained to my room (thank goodness) since we (as in, my family) have been dealing with them for a while. Since we've first experienced them back in ~2012, we've gotten rid of furniture (namely the furniture that gave us bedbugs to begin with) and we've scrubbed their nests and hiding spots multiple times in all of the places they would usually hide.
I had finally told my mom that they're in my room since I had the DE container out to try and contain them until I get a new bed. (Which I actually do need since it's broken and it's not good for any of my chronic illnesses.) I thought I could live. I thought they weren't buggin out anymore (pun unintentional, but fitting). I. was. 👌🏾WRONG👌🏾.
So my friend who I haven't seen in ages came over. I wanted to see her; she wanted to see me. When we hang out, we usually hang out in my room, on my bed, just chilling. I didn't intend for us to be in my room. Apparently one (or a few???) got stuck to her when she was in my bed. Now she has bites. And I feel so bad. And I wish I could either just die or set my room on fire and sleep on the floor until they're gone. Because I am no stranger to sleeping on the floor. (Poverty does that lmao)