An exterminator came and put dust inside of the hole. I've been in my room multiple times and haven't seen anything since he exterminated and my dad vacuumed (there also ended up being about 100 dead in my room, probably many many more that are dead above me). Hopefully what we'll be able to do is get the ceiling repaired, because the exterminator said they probably did some damage up there. My uncle is an exterminator, too, and when he came to visit me, he saw one of the dead ones (we've missed a few, and there's probably still some in my room that need swept up. I just haven't gotten to it yet.) and he said, "Oh wow, these are the nasty kind."
I am in the state over from you, yeah. They more than likely did make a nest up there, considering how many were in my room. I'm just thankful for God's protection. I try to forget the situation sometimes, but it's close to impossible to ignore. But it does display God's mercy, even in my unbelief. There are times where I think I'm better off dead, but it's events like those that make me realize, I do value my life. At least a little bit.