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I've been up for two hours. I fleadusted the bedroom carpet... the entire thing last night, and my cats got fleadusted two days ago, and I got eaten alive again last night. Right next to Chris, who hasn't been bitten by one flea since this whole thing started last month. Chris thinks I should go to the doctor to see if there's any sort of prescription medication that would make me less tasty. I just want my bed back.
I figured that since I hadn't gotten the entire house and everything in it, the fleas wouldn't be gone. I did expect less, though. Instead I was driven out of bed by the burning sensation of too many fresh bites and the crawling sensation of bastard fleas. Fleadusted the blanket and comforter on the bed, too, but nothing could be done about the sheets. Last time I changed out the sheets with fresh-washed ones, it hadn't made a bit of difference.
Bastard fleas.
I figured that since I hadn't gotten the entire house and everything in it, the fleas wouldn't be gone. I did expect less, though. Instead I was driven out of bed by the burning sensation of too many fresh bites and the crawling sensation of bastard fleas. Fleadusted the blanket and comforter on the bed, too, but nothing could be done about the sheets. Last time I changed out the sheets with fresh-washed ones, it hadn't made a bit of difference.
Bastard fleas.