Invasion! and #ROW80

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.

Cha.

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.

 

 

 

6 thoughts

  1. That’s probably the only thing I don’t miss about my cats. Those DAMNED fleas! They love me. Apparently, my blood is sweet. I’d end up with flea-bite anklets every Summer. So not okay.

  2. Oh, man, I can relate to that flea invasion. One year, I actually wore white garbage bags over the legs of my jeans to keep fleas off my feet and legs. I would jump in the car while ripping off the bags which were covered in fleas by the time I got to the car. Advantage works much better than Frontline for us. LOL

    I can’t wait to hear your exciting news!

  3. Shudder
    Been there hope it never happens again – Good luck with getting rid of the fleas – I can’t remember how we did it… I think we moved lol

  4. I can’t believe they’re trying to take Oregon. Those wily buggers.
    Our city stopped its weekly pest routine as a cost-cutting measure last summer, and everyone we know is suffering from this to some extent. Last summer was so horrible we vowed never to let it get that bad again. This summer has been slightly better, but the measures we have to take are ridiculous:
    I wear flip flops outside b/c the fastest way to get them off me is water- I carry a water bottle and douse myself during yard excursions, drowning the bastards that dare defile me. In the yard: flea killing granules spread in the grass like fertilizer, and a liquid poison that attaches to the water hose. In the house:Carpet sprinklies and spray. We bomb if it gets really bad. On dogs: Frontline AND Advantage because in concert they work on all three life cycles. Just one wasn’t working. On cats: Oddly enough, a flea comb and that back of the neck medicine. If we can keep the yard manageable, they seem to do ok. Maybe because they’re self-grooming?
    It’s funny- Daniel is addicted to Dr. Pepper. Anything that got between it and him… not pretty. Can’t wait to hear your big news. I am so excited for you and the Zellie promotional fun coming up. Glad to hear @ Takeover, too. Soon, you’ll have two completed series. Way cool.
    Oh man, I suck at internet breaks. And I so rambled all over your blog. Sorry!

  5. I also suck at internet breaks! 🙂 Thanks for all the flea killing advice. My mom sprayed the yard yesterday and we’re going to have to bomb the garage because they are back with a vengeance. Lame. Looks like I need to head to the PetCo again and get some Advantage and carpet stuff. Seriously, this could not be a bigger pain in the ass!
    Funny that Daniel is addicted to Dr. P too. Yeah, it’s like Rob’s coffee. I keep suggesting perhaps he could move a few cans to the kitchen fridge and we just leave the garage fridge alone, but I think that makes him panic. 🙂
    I fear I have pumped up my “exciting” news a little too much. Better blog about it later today.

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