Same. When we first moved into our house (built in the late 1920s), the windows didn’t have screens, and it was mid-summer so the stinkies hadn’t been around. We’d left the windows open through September. That was when I discovered that they had infested my bedroom. They were in my dresser drawers. My purse. Covering my curtains. IN MY FUCKING BED. I put on a pair of pants and one was in the pantleg and I didn’t realize until I felt it squirming. My husband had to stop me from purchasing a flamethrower and burning it all down.