Submitted by "Yosemite Bug Rustic Mountain" on 06/10/2009

Stayed at the Yosemite Bug over Memorial Weekend, May 23-25, 2009. I was in one of the lower dorms with a group of 9 women. Lots of us had bug bites during the weekend, but we assumed they were mosquitos. But i brought some hitchiking bedbugs home with me to San Rafael, CA. A few days after getting home from the Yosemite Bug, my husband had about 40 little bedbug bites on his hips. Two weeks later, my two children have been bitten extensively. My oldest daughter has about 80 bites on her stomach alone.

There was a sign up in the dorm that said not to use personal bedding due to health concerns. We all thought they were worried people would be bringing in lice or something on their own bedding...but now i think the sign was a subtle warning that if you spend the night there, you may take some bugs home with you! I used my own pillow, and had my duffel bag and lots of clothes open and out on the bed during the day.

In that psycho phase of not knowing how i am going to get rid of these pests. Sucks.

Submitted by "Tad" on 04/25/2007

Ahh yes, the name is ironic, but the story is true. Went to the Yosemite Bug for a friend's birthday and to stay the weekend. We stayed in one of the Dorm Cabins with bunkbeds. It was the one immediately on the left when you first get there. That summer a tent was right outside it. After the first nite, the birthday girl showed welts on her back, claiming it was bedbugs. Us, thinking that bedbugs didn't really exist, put the welts off to mosquitoes. My duffle bag - it was open and lying on the floor. In hindsight, a really bad idea. Back then, it was my normal operation. After one more night, and no bites for my girlfriend and me BTW, we left early before everyone else to get back to San Francisco to see the World Cup final. We would later find out that our friends got their $$ refunded when they complained; they neglected however to tell us to wash our clothes when we returned. Oh well, minor oversight. Four days later. Bites down the back of my arm when I awake in our apartment. Must have been a mosquito. But wait, there aren't any biting bugs in SF that I've ever seen. Physical and psychological trauma ensues, in the usual way. Not fun.