I hope this title doesn’t set off alarms in homeland security, but today I committed an act of stealth bug bombing.
I’ve patiently waited for about 2 weeks now for my landlord/roommate to take care of the flea problem. It has gotten better, but there are still ungoldly amounts of fleas everywhere. Especially in my room, which used to be his room where he and the animals slept.
I took matters into my own hands today and found a hardware store with flea foggers and mapquested my way to it from work. At lunch I hot footed it down there and then directly to my house. My landlord/roommate’s car was there, but when I went in I didn’t see him or the pets. I made a bee line to my room, where I proceeded to set off the bomb and close the door behind me.
When I get home I will need to air out the room and wash the bedding before I use it. I’ve also decided to throw out my new area carpet by the bed, since I discovered that a robust flea city had been established there. I’m a little (okay, maybe a lot) miffed that I’m having to do this, but I cannot tolerate any more fleas.
My legs are finally starting to heal and look normal. I haven’t had the nerve to get a pedicure for a month with all the little flea bites on my lower legs making it look as if I’ve got some disgusting skin condition. I’m sure no self respecting salon would take me, and my toes are woefully unkept. If I allow the flea problem to remain less than completely annihilated I risk a repeat of this.
I’ve come to appreciate that I do not love all of God’s creatures. He can keep the bugs, fleas, mosquitoes, bats, slugs and worms.
