 She lived up in northern New York, and she told me once, you know, because of these things that can live in your mattress, she was a little paranoid about it. She would pick the coldest night in the winter, you know, in the dead of winter in January, February. On a weekend, she would take her mattress outside and leave it outdoors overnight. She figured if there was anything alive in it, it was dead now, and then she'd bring it back in, just get a new mattress.