There's a 1,000 in my kitchen. They're walking on my counters and stealin' my snacks

I seriously cannot believe it. In the middle of November, there's an absolute plague of these fuckers in my house. I'm about to go insane, and I'm not sure how the hell they're getting in.<br><br>I'm not kidding when I say there's at least 1,000 in our kitchen. They're in my food, my trash, my drinks. There's ten or so on the front of my refrigerator that I've given up on. I've killed so many, god I've killed so many, but there's no end to them. I've started just throwing them out the window almost alive so I can watch them struggle and die in the cold.<br><br>I don't know where they're coming from. I don't know how they're getting in. I have checked every inch of my house and I cannot find a single place they're getting in. I've sealed every possible crack and crevice. We have storm windows. There's no screens on my windows because I live in upstate New York and it's fucking freezing. I don't even know how they're alive.<br><br>I am going to lose my mind. I am so close to just breaking down and crying. I hate these fucking insects so much, and I've never been the type to hate bugs. I grew up catching grasshoppers and field crickets and feeding them to my ball pythons. I have always loved bugs. But these fucking seedbugs are making me hate them all.<br><br>How are they so resilient? How the fuck are they so smart? They have figured out how to open my pantry. They've figured out how to get into my dishwasher. I cannot keep a single thing on my counters without them finding it and burrowing into it. They're in almost every box of food I own. They're in my coffee, my flour, my baking powder. They've figured out how to open my fridge.<br><br>And the smell. Oh my fucking god. It's the most heinous, hateful thing I've ever smelled. It's like someone poured sulfuric acid into a garbage disposal and let it run for the last 5 years. It's so bad. And it cannot be killed. I've cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, but the smell is always there. It's always there, haunting me, reminding me that the seedbugs have won.<br><br>I'm not sure what to do. I've seriously thought about burning my house down and moving. I'm not a fan of my landlord, but I want to just go to him and say, "Listen, I'm either going to move out or burn this house to the ground because the seedbugs have won and I need to destroy everything they've touched."<br><br>I'm so lost. I don't know what to do.<br><br>There's a 1,000 in my kitchen. They're walking on my counters and stealin' my snacks. I don't know what to do. I want to burn my house down and move into a tent.