Right now I could just about cry. I finally figured out what was going on with the bumps on my legs. I had suspected (after a few days) that perhaps I wasn’t “alone”.
My good friends Wolfgang and Isis have fleas. Lots of them. I have no idea how we’re going to get rid of all of them. I’m going to talk to their “dad” and let him know that it’s out of control.
I love animals, but this may be a big enough irritant to make me become a hermit. I may stay in my room until the roommate figures out how to rid the house of the pests. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be eating out a lot since I’m too paranoid to be spending a lot of time cooking or even imagining that the fleas have taken hold of the food supplies as well.
I had hoped that the bumps were some sort of weird water flea that I was getting from my walks by the shore. I’ve heard of them. But after spending a few days away from the shore it’s abundantly clear that my furry friends are the cause of it.
I’m going to try to get a picture of my furry foes to post in the next day or two. It would seem that wolfie is camera shy, though the cat is a whore for such attention.
