ffice and say, "We've been eaten up for a few weeks and are pretty sure we have bedbugs, and need a pest control visit right away."

"Oh," says the manager, "Well we have a regular guy that comes every Wednesday, so we'll put in the work order and he'll come by next week." Now I'm not one to throw a fit, but I mentioned how bad it was and showed them the bites which by now had begin to cover our legs and arms. They said it was policy and he would be by the following Wednesday. ::sigh::

The pest control gentleman didn't come the following Wednesday. We called the office to ask and the guy on the phone had no clue, and was supposed to call me back. We didn't find out till the evening two days later when the manager called to tell us the Pest control hadn't made it by so he'd be back the next week...

I explained very calmly that with the nature of these bites, and the hours that the bugs were biting, we had not been able to have a sound night's sleep since mid June. She assured us the guy would be by the next week. ANOTHER WEEK!

What was perhaps even more astounding that 7 itchy, grouchy, restless, sleepless days later the guy finally came to check the place while my girlfriend and I were at work, and low and behold we get a call that night saying that there was signs of bedbugs and he would be returning to fumigate. Thank god, we thought. "So when will he be coming by?" I asked, "Tomorrow?" "No," replied the manager, "he'll be by next Wednesday to take care of it." WHO IN THEIR MOST VINDICTIVE IMAGINATION WOULD KNOWINGLY ALLOW PEOPLE WHO PAY THEM TO LIVE IN A PLACE TO BE LITERALLY EATEN ALIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY! LET ALONE A WHOLE WEEK?!?!?!?!

So by this time we'd been waking up with 7-15 new bites every single day. So that means that by the time someone finally came to fumigate (21 days after we made the initial report) we'd been bitten somewhere from 147 - 315 times... each. My girlfriend had developed a reaction to the bites, breaking out in little bumps over the entirety of her skin, and large rash/welt areas on her arms and thighs. All from the inhuman over-exposure to these flesh eating insects that the property management allowed to feed on us for three weeks.

But don't forget, one regular fumigation isn't enough to kill off bedbugs. It can take anywhere from 2 to 7 visits. So, naturally they are going to send the pest guy every few days, right? WRONG! When the bedbugs return to feed on us two nights after the first fumigation finally takes place, we call, and they say yes he'll be back the following Wednesday to repeat the fumigation.

SO THEY'RE PLAN WAS TO HAVE IT TAKE UP TO NEARLY TWO MONTHS TO ACTUALLY RID THE PROPERTY WE WERE PAYING TO LIVE IN OF THESE CREATURES THAT COME OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND EAT US!

The worst part was that we were at the end of our lease. So we couldn't wait around for their ludicrous policy to actually rid us of the pests. So a couch and chair set, a leather chair I'd gotten in Germany while serving in the Army, and our BED, had to be left at this apartment when we moved out (and we moved out fast). We washed and ironed every piece of clothing, every pillowcase, before allowing it into the new place. So (knock on wood) the little bastards didn't follow us.

We had to call the regional manager of AIMCO, the company who owns Tamarac Village Apartments, who waived over $800 in fees we were going to have to pay for leaving our a month early. We then had the manager of the property file a claim to their insurance to award us a claim on the furniture we had to leave behind to be destroyed because of their gross negligent incompetence.

We had to keep on their a**es the entire time, and finally had the call the insurance company ourselves, to find that the Manager was claiming to have no knowledge of any bedbugs being found by their contracted pest control company, and no fumigation or reports of any kind (though by this time we'd been in several times crying out our indignation). So basically they were flat out lying. Even a call to their office later, the gentleman working as Assistant Manager said "I'm not allowed to tell you anything in regards to that, as its a law suit kind of thing." (in other words saying "You could sew us and win, so I've been warned not to give you any information.")

Finally the insurance company did what doesn't usually happen. They came through for the little guys. It helped that we called and found out the pest control company wasn't told not to confirm their records of fumigating our place, as we told the insurance claims adjuster. Soon after the insurance called back and said the management suddenly found the records, and they'd be figuring out a settlement.

Long story short, don't live in the Tamarac Village Apartment complex, and don't trust the property manager there.