Checked in and the lady on the front desk had the charm and friendliness of a dead kipper. The place looks nice, and I liked the layout. I went into the room without a mark on me. When I left, I was covered in bites. I spoke to the hotel about it. The guy on the front desk was apologetic and gave me the manager's email. He was adamant there's nothing in the rooms. My arms, back, head, and hands tell a different story. I was in agony all week, itching terribly. I was in my car all day before I went there, and I felt something during the night, but thought it was my imagination. My hand swelled up so much, I couldn't see one of my knuckles. I got the bites there. No doubt. They stopped when I left.