More disheartening discoveries while emptying the furniture out of the apartment this morning.  As you can imagine, after two treatments, we've not made the progress to the point I would have expected (or wanted).  On a bright note the furniture IS gone, so it should have eliminated some of the issue and will make it easier to execute treatment #3, which has been moved up to THIS Saturday.  This means I had to move my other Saturday appointment.  It also means I am NOT going in there to inventory the things that remain (in the kitchen).  Regardless, still trying to keep my chin up and still praying the fears away.