It was an idyllic, picture-perfect birthday for Tom Kelleher. He was celebrating by watching the sun rise over the Seine on a beautiful summer morning as his red-eye to Paris approached Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Shortly thereafter his celebration came to an abrupt end.
By the time he and his wife reached their hotel, Kelleher, who had just turned 33, was dealing with an insufferable itch. He lifted his shirt and found he was covered with painful insect bites on the left and right sides of his torso. He went to a pharmacy in Paris to find something to calm the bites, which swelled into angry red welts. The pharmacist told Kelleher, “Those look like bedbug bites.’’