I ordered it the same day. It arrived in two days.
Small device. Plugs directly into a wall outlet. An indicator light tells you it's running.
That's it.
I plugged one into Jake's room. One in our bedroom. One in the hallway.
No mixing. No spraying. No moving furniture at midnight with a flashlight.
Just plugged them in and went to bed.
I'll be honest after five months of failure, I didn't let myself believe it would work. I just told myself I'd give it two weeks.
Night Four
I woke up at 3 AM out of habit.
Lay there waiting for my brain to start its checklist.
But I was just... tired. Normally tired. Not anxious.
I fell back asleep in about ten minutes.
I didn't realize how significant that was until the morning.
Day Eleven
No new bites on Jake.
Not a single one.
My wife checked him every morning she was more skeptical than me, honestly, and I respected that. She'd been through five months of false hope too.
Day eleven, she looked up from checking his arms and just looked at me.
She didn't say anything.
She didn't have to.
Week Four
I was sleeping through the night.
Full nights. Seven, eight hours. No 3 AM wake-ups. No mental checklists.
I hadn't done that since March.
My wife and I had a real conversation at dinner not about bed bugs, not about treatments, not about what to try next. Just dinner. Just talking.
Jake asked if the bugs were gone.
"Yeah, bud," I told him. "They're gone."
This time, I meant it.