Hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no mo'
I have bloody scratches all over my legs from a night time frenzy of clawing at bug bites for the past several weeks since we've moved into the red house. I'd begun to think I was crazy, that my "bites" were all in my head. Stress brought on by moving and what-not. Tyson has zero bites, we've searched everywhere for disgusting creepy crawlies, but to no avail. Tyson's mom spent all weekend telling me that it was heat prickles from my flannel PJs, or a skin condition brought on by eating too much sugar, too much butter, too many preservatives, accidental gluten ingestion, too much....food...(she thinks everything is because of impure food).
Well, turns out I'm not crazy.
OK, maybe...but not in regard to bug bites. On Saturday when we got home, we settled in for a post-tryptophan-overdose coma in front of the television, and I keep feeling little prickles all over my legs. I caught TWO FLEAS in the act of biting my ankles and toes.
Soooo….at least I know now that I don’t have an infestation of bedbugs, lice, or something even more sinister, like flesh-eating bacteria, an allergy to Washington state, or impending full-blown dementia. I still don’t understand why Tyson isn’t getting bitten, or why my flea bites aren’t swelling up like they used to. At least we know the problem is fleas, because of all the infestations we could have, fleas are probably the easiest to handle. Growing up with an outside cat in the optimum flea breeding conditions of Dallas, TX, I learned all of the tricks to swift and efficient annihilation of flea populations in house and home. I’m not looking forward to having to wash ALL the clothes and bedding in one fell swoop and pouring Borax over all the carpet and upholstery, but at least we won’t have to burn the big red chair and all of our apparel.
We had such a great time over Thanksgiving weekend. The mystery band-aid that I lost in the middle of making cranberry relish and banana puree thankfully didn't end up in the food, though I watched carefully round the table for expressions of horror as cranberries were consumed. It was a highly tense dinner for me, and I only relaxed when all the plates were in the sink and the cranberry remains were safely stashed in The Bear. I can only imagine that the band-aid simply escaped my notice as I frantically dug through the kitchen trash (and the rest of our house) on Wednesday night.
I hope everyone had a great turkey day holiday.
Well, turns out I'm not crazy.
OK, maybe...but not in regard to bug bites. On Saturday when we got home, we settled in for a post-tryptophan-overdose coma in front of the television, and I keep feeling little prickles all over my legs. I caught TWO FLEAS in the act of biting my ankles and toes.
Soooo….at least I know now that I don’t have an infestation of bedbugs, lice, or something even more sinister, like flesh-eating bacteria, an allergy to Washington state, or impending full-blown dementia. I still don’t understand why Tyson isn’t getting bitten, or why my flea bites aren’t swelling up like they used to. At least we know the problem is fleas, because of all the infestations we could have, fleas are probably the easiest to handle. Growing up with an outside cat in the optimum flea breeding conditions of Dallas, TX, I learned all of the tricks to swift and efficient annihilation of flea populations in house and home. I’m not looking forward to having to wash ALL the clothes and bedding in one fell swoop and pouring Borax over all the carpet and upholstery, but at least we won’t have to burn the big red chair and all of our apparel.
We had such a great time over Thanksgiving weekend. The mystery band-aid that I lost in the middle of making cranberry relish and banana puree thankfully didn't end up in the food, though I watched carefully round the table for expressions of horror as cranberries were consumed. It was a highly tense dinner for me, and I only relaxed when all the plates were in the sink and the cranberry remains were safely stashed in The Bear. I can only imagine that the band-aid simply escaped my notice as I frantically dug through the kitchen trash (and the rest of our house) on Wednesday night.
I hope everyone had a great turkey day holiday.