The Benefiels are under attack!
Our garage and my husband’s office have been invaded by fleas. We’re talking an infestation of Angela’s Ashes proportions. Ick.
For most of my adult life, I’ve had at least two dogs and three cats. We’re now down to one dog and two cats…and about a gazillion fleas.
My cats are old. Vampire old. And we have a hard time getting them to come inside in the summer. The have kitty dementia and forget that the garage is where their food is, so we have to hunt them down every evening and put them in there. In the past when we’ve tried feeding them outside, we’ve ended up with some pissy raccoons at our backdoor munching away at the cat food and hissing at me when I tried to shoo them away. Raccoons scare the bejeebus out of me. Also, possums.
So, I was dutifully putting the cats in the garage every evening. But they stopped eating and kept trying to escape. We couldn’t figure out why.
Then my husband and I started noticing that when we’d go out to the garage we were being bitten by something.
Like I said, I’ve always had a bunch of pets, so I’m used to some level of flea-ness in the summer, but this was ridiculous. Now, stepping into the garage to get a soda from the beer fridge had become a stealthy operation.
Just how quickly could we open the door to the garage, lean out into the garage, open the fridge door and grab a beverage? I’ve come up with sparkling water when I was going after a Diet Coke more than once.
When the fleas started screwing with my Diet Coke consumption, it was WAR.
I began feeding the cats outside again, b.b. gun at the ready in case any raccoons try to trespass on my land and take what’s mine. Never mind I’ve not shot the thing. How do you keep all the b.b’s from falling out? Whatever. It’s about intimidation. The raccoons don’t know I don’t know how to load the gun properly. Or that I have night blindness and will have better luck aiming at the kids ladybug sandbox than a moving target.
Enough about the damned raccoons.
Back to the fleas. The pets have been liberally doused in Frontline. We bought a gigantic aerosol can of Sentry Flea and Flea egg killer. It came in pump spray, but I went with aerosol, because I’m not effing around here, people. This is no time to be a hippie!!
Last night we dropped the kids off at my parents and sprayed the house. We used the whole can.
And we waited.
After the foggy chemical mist settled, my husband bravely ventured into the garage for a life-sustaining Dr. Pepper. He emerged from the garage triumphant.
“There seem to be less fleas on my socks.”
Huzzah! The was much celebration in the form of TV and movie watching. I caught the second half of Tess of the D’Ubervilles on Masterpiece Classic and the hubs watched Source Code, which he claims to have figured out in the first five minutes.
ROW80 update: I managed to squeeze in another 300 words on Takeover on Thursday. I’m becoming annoyed that it’s not going faster, so I’m upping my time working on it to two hours a day on Monday and Tuesday. I’d like for it to be in the 6k range by the end of this week.
The Goodreads giveaway of two copies of the Zellie Wells trilogy has ended. 1,199 people signed up for it, so that was cool. Congratulations to Denise Zaky and Michelle Fecko.
There will be more giveaways of the trilogy, so if you still want to win one, keep your eyes out for that.
I have some other exciting news to share, but I’ll save that for another day when I can make it the focus of a blog post and not just tacked onto the end of this randomness. 🙂
Happy reading and writing and may you be safe from the evils of fleas.