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I was driving through Maryland, it was getting late, and I saw a hotel that was $45 per night. I literally thought to myself, “WTF, I just need a bed, how much could really go wrong if I stay here.”
The room opened straight to the parking lot, and there were cats everywhere outside crying. I said hello to one of them, he was clearly in bad shape and so I went and got some cat food and invited him in and gave him some food. He bit me so I put him back outside and went to sleep.
I was most of the way on the drive home when I noticed I had red welts in a little line down my arm. You fucker, you have to be kidding me.
I basically stripped in the parking lot of my place, went in and took a long shower first thing, and put into the garbage all the clothes I’d had with me, suitcase, shoes, my backpack after taking the computer and notebook out. I put them all in a trash bag in the parking lot and then threw it in a dumpster that wasn’t near any residence. Then I vacuumed my car and took a long shower again.
Fuckin bedbugs. I had no bedbugs carried back to my place after that and that’s how I like it. $45 for the hotel cost me maybe $300 worth of stuff that I decided to get rid of.
Little buddy was suffering. Nobody wants to see that and I had nothing else going on that night anyway. On the other hand, if it turns out he’s an asshole, then I feel comfortable saying he’s not my problem.
Just as a quick note. Cats can have rabies. You might want to go and tell your doctor that you’ve received a cat bite from an unknown cat and get a rabies shot because once you start showing symptoms you’re already dead.
Oh no I totally get it, I would love to save a random street cat, but like, in some random hotel room? You’re the reason hotels have fleas and bed bugs lol. You’re very well meaning, but clearly lacking in common sense.
There are a lot of people who’ve interacted with cats they don’t know. Between the cat, animal control, the hotel, and the local health department, I like how you’ve chosen me as the one in this situation that clearly did something wrong lol.
Fucking bed bugs, indeed. I wouldn’t wish them on my worst enemy except maybe Putin.
They literally cost our entire Spring in tearing our house apart to address them. So much shit moved, tossed out, cleaned, then cleaned again… No idea where they even came from.
I was driving through Maryland, it was getting late, and I saw a hotel that was $45 per night. I literally thought to myself, “WTF, I just need a bed, how much could really go wrong if I stay here.”
The room opened straight to the parking lot, and there were cats everywhere outside crying. I said hello to one of them, he was clearly in bad shape and so I went and got some cat food and invited him in and gave him some food. He bit me so I put him back outside and went to sleep.
I was most of the way on the drive home when I noticed I had red welts in a little line down my arm. You fucker, you have to be kidding me.
I basically stripped in the parking lot of my place, went in and took a long shower first thing, and put into the garbage all the clothes I’d had with me, suitcase, shoes, my backpack after taking the computer and notebook out. I put them all in a trash bag in the parking lot and then threw it in a dumpster that wasn’t near any residence. Then I vacuumed my car and took a long shower again.
Fuckin bedbugs. I had no bedbugs carried back to my place after that and that’s how I like it. $45 for the hotel cost me maybe $300 worth of stuff that I decided to get rid of.
Your story includes many strange details and poor choices.
Hence why I share with you, so you can be wiser than myself
This is what being wise is.
I love cats but this is just ridiculous lmao. What a well meaning person.
Little buddy was suffering. Nobody wants to see that and I had nothing else going on that night anyway. On the other hand, if it turns out he’s an asshole, then I feel comfortable saying he’s not my problem.
Just as a quick note. Cats can have rabies. You might want to go and tell your doctor that you’ve received a cat bite from an unknown cat and get a rabies shot because once you start showing symptoms you’re already dead.
Hm, yeah, this is a good point. This was at least 10 years ago so I think I’m probably safe but I agree with the principle in general.
If a cat bite breaks the skin you should see a doctor regardless. Cat bites are no joke, and can give you a serious infection.
Indoor cat bit and scratches my mom’s leg because its tail got caught.
Cue a 4 month ordeal of constant wound care visits and packing infected, necrotic tissue…
Just go get antibiotics immediately. Especially if they’re remotely deep.
Just because the person talking about rabies wasn’t clear, it can live in your system for years without symptoms
Again, as soon as you have symptoms you’re already dead
Oh no I totally get it, I would love to save a random street cat, but like, in some random hotel room? You’re the reason hotels have fleas and bed bugs lol. You’re very well meaning, but clearly lacking in common sense.
Wat
There are a lot of people who’ve interacted with cats they don’t know. Between the cat, animal control, the hotel, and the local health department, I like how you’ve chosen me as the one in this situation that clearly did something wrong lol.
Yeah dude, you took a stray wild animal into a hotel room. That’s well meaning idiocy. Sorry to break it to you like this lol.
You and I have different definitions of “wild animal.” That’s okay, we can agree to disagree, I’m comfortable with my view.
Great :)
The one time I encountered bedbugs was also a cheap ass motel. Wtf was I thinking? Never again.
At least I don’t ever have to worry if there is an infestation. I’ll know. Some people apparently don’t get the red welts?
Fucking bed bugs, indeed. I wouldn’t wish them on my worst enemy except maybe Putin.
They literally cost our entire Spring in tearing our house apart to address them. So much shit moved, tossed out, cleaned, then cleaned again… No idea where they even came from.