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Aug. 1st, 2004
A Bug's Day.
Aug. 1st, 2004 10:48 amAfter consulting with my landlord about the state of their household, my household, and their dog, we're pretty sure that sometime in the last two weeks, the lawn in my yard, their backyard, became infested with fleas. It's possible that some may have crawled into the house, but what seems to be happening most is that, as I walk from the curb, through the yard, and into my house, many fleas (already agitated from the recently run sprinklers) jump onto my pants. I then carry these fleas into my house and wonder how they got there. This explains why I'm mostly getting eaten up below the knees.
The landlords noticed it before I did, but neglected to mention it to me. They called in an exterminator, but because they hadn't given me notice and I was, you know, asleep, my house wasn't treated. (They've already called them back for an appointment tomorrow.) What's more, they were told that after the initial treatment, there was going to be a brief explosion of fleas in outside areas before they all died. This has been what's troubling me.
So it seems like I get to do everything today except sleep. I'm going to clean up a bunch, then set off a bug bomb. While the fumigation is happening, I'm going to head over to the cricket tournament. I'll keep myself mostly awake so that I can be alive tomorrow when the bug guy comes to do his thing around my carriage house. Then the nightmare will be over.
UPDATE (1:37 p.m.): Nope. Not going to make it to fumigation/cricket. Now that I know where the fleas have been coming from, I'm confident that my frantic Raid spraying earlier in the week has staved them off around here. I expect to be fine for the night. Or the day. And I spent too much time having fun yesterday, so I'm not as rested as I could be. But . . . okay, the coherence, she is the gone. Anyway, I'm going to schkkkknnoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdsalkjfhldksjfhdslkjfh...[NO CARRIER]
SunNYTX: 22.
The landlords noticed it before I did, but neglected to mention it to me. They called in an exterminator, but because they hadn't given me notice and I was, you know, asleep, my house wasn't treated. (They've already called them back for an appointment tomorrow.) What's more, they were told that after the initial treatment, there was going to be a brief explosion of fleas in outside areas before they all died. This has been what's troubling me.
So it seems like I get to do everything today except sleep. I'm going to clean up a bunch, then set off a bug bomb. While the fumigation is happening, I'm going to head over to the cricket tournament. I'll keep myself mostly awake so that I can be alive tomorrow when the bug guy comes to do his thing around my carriage house. Then the nightmare will be over.
UPDATE (1:37 p.m.): Nope. Not going to make it to fumigation/cricket. Now that I know where the fleas have been coming from, I'm confident that my frantic Raid spraying earlier in the week has staved them off around here. I expect to be fine for the night. Or the day. And I spent too much time having fun yesterday, so I'm not as rested as I could be. But . . . okay, the coherence, she is the gone. Anyway, I'm going to schkkkknnoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdsalkjfhldksjfhdslkjfh...[NO CARRIER]
SunNYTX: 22.