and the answer is....
FLEAS.
Ladies and gentleman, I, Meghan Mary Minehan have fleas.
I do not have a pet.
I do not have a rug.
I do not have any one on my floor or in my life currently who has either of
those things.
I do however have fleas.
The mystery bites, illness turn out to be your common cat flea.
I do not condone killing anything, even fleas. But shit bitches, these bugs are going down. I look like I have the chicken pox and I have been miserably itchy for weeks and I need these fuckers to not be here.
This mystery has been perplexing me for weeks now and last night I had a break through.
I went to the potty without turning the lights on because it was the middle of the night, I take care of business and notice that I feel a little hopping on my already sacrificed feet. I break out my trusty flashlight (which happens to rest nicely on top of the toilet) and lo and behold there are fleas hopping merrily on my feet. So, I get into the shower in my jammies, turn the water on and think "die fuckers, die". When I am convinced they are dead, I scoop them up from the shower onto a tissue and put their lifeless bodies into a baggie. I then step out of the shower and there they are again. Turns out they are living in my shower mat. Who invited them????
So, I rolled up the mat- threw it away, tied up my trash and brought it all to the dumpster in the alley at 3am. Now, I have my specimens to show an exterminator and want to do it NOW. These incredible creatures have serious defense mechanisms built in to themselves and are difficult to kill since they live in stages and can lay up to 1/2 a million eggs in just a few weeks!
Now I must kill them and I feel bad about it, but this is kill or be eaten folks, survival of the fittest.
Ladies and gentleman, I, Meghan Mary Minehan have fleas.
I do not have a pet.
I do not have a rug.
I do not have any one on my floor or in my life currently who has either of
those things.
I do however have fleas.
The mystery bites, illness turn out to be your common cat flea.
I do not condone killing anything, even fleas. But shit bitches, these bugs are going down. I look like I have the chicken pox and I have been miserably itchy for weeks and I need these fuckers to not be here.
This mystery has been perplexing me for weeks now and last night I had a break through.
I went to the potty without turning the lights on because it was the middle of the night, I take care of business and notice that I feel a little hopping on my already sacrificed feet. I break out my trusty flashlight (which happens to rest nicely on top of the toilet) and lo and behold there are fleas hopping merrily on my feet. So, I get into the shower in my jammies, turn the water on and think "die fuckers, die". When I am convinced they are dead, I scoop them up from the shower onto a tissue and put their lifeless bodies into a baggie. I then step out of the shower and there they are again. Turns out they are living in my shower mat. Who invited them????
So, I rolled up the mat- threw it away, tied up my trash and brought it all to the dumpster in the alley at 3am. Now, I have my specimens to show an exterminator and want to do it NOW. These incredible creatures have serious defense mechanisms built in to themselves and are difficult to kill since they live in stages and can lay up to 1/2 a million eggs in just a few weeks!
Now I must kill them and I feel bad about it, but this is kill or be eaten folks, survival of the fittest.