The Plague of Fleas

 

I have a much more uplifting blog being written, but for right now I ask your indulgence while I have a bit of a rant.  The August sauna here in our desert region of California, which is not normal for us, brought about what I will henceforth call the plague of fleas.

 

I have a dog, and if you know me, or have read anything I have written you know how much my dog means to me.  He is my companion and my best bud.  He never leaves my side and wants nothing more than to make me happy.  He is like a child to me, I even cried the first time his fur had to be cut...and before it is asked, yes I have it in a Baggie with his name on it.  And now my B has fleas, and these are not your everyday fleas, these are some type of nuclear mutation that giving them poison is something like giving Bane, bane juice.

 

I bathed and vacuumed, sprayed and washed.  I have poured all varieties of stuff all over my dog and cat and carpet.  At this point all that is left is to fumigate the house...but where do I send the residents?  I have 2 children, 2 old folks, and 2 pets...I'm fairly sure even the motel where you camp wouldn't take us.

 

I have now tried everything that was suggested to me that is feasible and in my price range; having just spent $10 on some ick called tea tree oil.  This substance is the single most deplorable smell on the face of this earth, and if I could find the idiot who discovered it then I would ring his neck.  Seriously, when you discovered it smelled that bad why didn't you just go "no, nothing here, let's move on to the next tree...maybe it will smell better than that.".

 

When God sent the plagues upon Egypt it was because Pharoh hardened his heart and wouldn't let the Israelites go free.  I am wondering why I am living with a plague of fleas...I don't have millions of Israelites building me a treasure city.  I don't have Moses standing at my door screaming "let my people go".  I don't know about anyone else, but I would have let his people go.  I would have been one of the women of Pharoh's harem going "I have lice in my hair, I have frogs in my bed, the locusts are eating the food, the flies are eating the children, and there is no water to drink...if you don't set those people free I'm gonna kill you in your sleep!". And this is how I feel now, the fleas are eating the pets and the children...I don't care what it takes, just end the plague!!

On a more positive note the wretched smelling ick is working, as long as I continue to apply it.  Of course this makes me nauseous and want to throw up, but my B is finally sleeping again, and he is playing now too.  So here's to the wretched smelling ick in our lives...may we not throw up when it has to be used.