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Goddamnit. I hate fleas. Went to my dad's house, wearing shorts... and fleas ATTACKED me! Even after I escaped to my car, 3 fleas jumped on my leg. Eww! I HATE fleas. Why?
Because when I lived with my dad, I slept with them. That's right. When we had a dog, we also had fleas in the summer. And all throughout the rest of the year, we had ants, and I've slept with them too. I absolutely hate them. I can still remember waking up in the middle of the night because I've nearly scratched the skin off of my arm.
I can remember ants in our kitchen. I would have to open and close the refridgerator door really quickly so as not to let any ants inside. In alot of cases, the ants would be caught between the door and the fridge, killing them, causing them to stick to it. I also remember the smell of the bug spray we used... it was flowery, but since it caused instant death to ants, now whenever I smell it, I get sick.
I hate ants and fleas.
Because when I lived with my dad, I slept with them. That's right. When we had a dog, we also had fleas in the summer. And all throughout the rest of the year, we had ants, and I've slept with them too. I absolutely hate them. I can still remember waking up in the middle of the night because I've nearly scratched the skin off of my arm.
I can remember ants in our kitchen. I would have to open and close the refridgerator door really quickly so as not to let any ants inside. In alot of cases, the ants would be caught between the door and the fridge, killing them, causing them to stick to it. I also remember the smell of the bug spray we used... it was flowery, but since it caused instant death to ants, now whenever I smell it, I get sick.
I hate ants and fleas.