I have a knack for finding the wrong hotels.
Making the reservation and checkin went okay. I was exhausted and fell asleep. My Better Half stayed up later and then discovered an unwelcome guest on our room, the mighty small but ominuos Cimex lectularius, a Bed Bug.
Side note: if our teenage daughter had been with us, rest assured I would have been immediately woken up and faced hostage type demands to find a different hotel or else...and No, it wouldn't have been a pleasant outcome.
In the morning another "not so distant" relative was spotted carousing through the sheets, like a Gambler checkin' out the Casino. As I exited out the back door to load the car, I just about ran into a gentleman, who appeared to be the local exterminator, I think. Better late than never, I guess.
Oh, and speaking of Never, we won't be staying here again. The overall decor was quite drab and dated, bedside lamps had some issues working and the bathroom sink faucet felt like it might just pop right off when turning on/off the water. In the event you want a souvenir of your stay 😀
If you do decided to stay here, I recall a little verse from my childhood:
"GOODNIGHT, SLEEP TIGHT.
DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE.
BUT IF THEY DO, PINCH THEM TIGHT
SO THEY WON'T BITE TOMORROW NIGHT"
Yup, from now on my dearly beloved will be the one to pick the Hotel accommodations. Hopefully, the "Lady" has more Vegas "Luck" than I did!