So I had a good day today.
Spent some time my my in-laws cat Loki.
Played some golf with a friend in the rain.
Had some gumbo. Had a banh mi. Good stuff.
So why am I buggin?
Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!
Used the flea comb on Loki for a few minutes, no fleas on him, dozens on me.
Tried to brush them off before I drived to Freeport, nope biting me on 295.
Let the cat back in. Flea combed him again. More fleas on me. Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!
Feel like I killed one just inside my door. Sprayed the floor and the stairs with bug spray. Already put Frontline on Lenny and Squiggy. I really, really don’t want fleas in the house.
Time to do a 3rd fogger round on Saturday. Going to release 2 at once this time.
I really, really, really don’t want any more fleas. Even when I am pretty sure there gone and I showered and I threw away my socks, I still feel like they are there.
Fleas! Fleas! Fleas!