On the radio this afternoon I heard a popular drive time talk show host tell how her little brother in Brooklyn, New York, declared that he no longer goes to public movie theaters. Being a fellow cinema enthusiast, she asked him why. He said, "Bedbugs." Apparently, there is an infestation sweeping the city, hiding in every upholstered nook and cranny, just waiting for a fleshy, pink human underpart to latch onto and suck blood. And you thought cheesy motels were the only ones.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/21/nyreg ... wanted=all 
Gross.
There is hope, though. If you get crocked before the show, you have a chance. Bedbugs detest the taste of blood thinned by alcohol, in fact, alcohol will kill them on contact.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/3 ... 59306.html So, C.O., just how much Scotch did it take to enjoy
The Avengers, cootie-free?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bed_bugBaby Herc