It's gross. Seriously.
So the flea problem in my room is out of control. It's time to do something about it.
Step 1: Laundry. This will include clothes and all of my blankets and sheets.
Step 2: Carpet. I will affect a massive clean of my room that will at LEAST get enough shit off the floor that I can either spray or sprinkle borax on the carpet and then vacuum. I'll have to include under my bed in this, because that's a likely place for flea hangouts. Kitty will have to be exiled from the bedroom for this stage.
Step 3: Bed. Sheets and pillow cases will go in the dryer, and it's time to get rid of these foam pads, which is tragic, but necessary. The mattress and pillows I will sprinkle with borax just to be safe and then vacuum. The vacuum bag will get taken the fuck out after this process.
Step 4: More Advantage on Simon. Either that or head out to Home Depot to get some food-grade DI earth, if I can.
Step 5: Leave this little dish of oil and water on the floor to catch the stragglers. It worked before when Snookie had flea problems, so hopefully it'll catch any remaining buggers.
I just hope this works.
In other news, I accidentally went for an 8 mile hike yesterday. How does one accidentally hike 8 miles you ask? Well, first one is unemployed and sick of sitting around one's room like a lump, so one decides to go for a walk. Add to that that one is severely out of practice at hiking and seriously underestimated how long it would take to get to Council Crest and back, and also underestimated how much food she should take. (If I'm hiking to try and lose weight I should be fine if I only take a pear and a peach, right?)
All of this is a recipe for an over-exertion migraine that has me seriously questioning my ability to do even this overnight backpacking trip we're talking about doing in a couple weeks, and also highlighting exactly how much conditioning I'm gonna have to do before we tackle the PCT.
Anyway, go go operation flea-destroy.
Step 1: Laundry. This will include clothes and all of my blankets and sheets.
Step 2: Carpet. I will affect a massive clean of my room that will at LEAST get enough shit off the floor that I can either spray or sprinkle borax on the carpet and then vacuum. I'll have to include under my bed in this, because that's a likely place for flea hangouts. Kitty will have to be exiled from the bedroom for this stage.
Step 3: Bed. Sheets and pillow cases will go in the dryer, and it's time to get rid of these foam pads, which is tragic, but necessary. The mattress and pillows I will sprinkle with borax just to be safe and then vacuum. The vacuum bag will get taken the fuck out after this process.
Step 4: More Advantage on Simon. Either that or head out to Home Depot to get some food-grade DI earth, if I can.
Step 5: Leave this little dish of oil and water on the floor to catch the stragglers. It worked before when Snookie had flea problems, so hopefully it'll catch any remaining buggers.
I just hope this works.
In other news, I accidentally went for an 8 mile hike yesterday. How does one accidentally hike 8 miles you ask? Well, first one is unemployed and sick of sitting around one's room like a lump, so one decides to go for a walk. Add to that that one is severely out of practice at hiking and seriously underestimated how long it would take to get to Council Crest and back, and also underestimated how much food she should take. (If I'm hiking to try and lose weight I should be fine if I only take a pear and a peach, right?)
All of this is a recipe for an over-exertion migraine that has me seriously questioning my ability to do even this overnight backpacking trip we're talking about doing in a couple weeks, and also highlighting exactly how much conditioning I'm gonna have to do before we tackle the PCT.
Anyway, go go operation flea-destroy.