Never Ask for Something to Do
If there was one word to describe this week, it would be “hurry.” I’m anxious for next week to hurry up and get here. There’s so many things going on next week and nothing this week. I can’t tell you how many times I walked around the apartment saying/thinking, “I’m bored! There’s nothing to do!”
I really should have known better than to say that.
No sooner did I finish the book I was reading and also the last thing on my “prepare for next week” list than something happened. Flees. Gah. I hate flees. I thought I had killed them two weeks ago. I hadn’t. Like the cat they had infested, they had multiple lives.
Death to All Flees!
Now, I’d lived through flees before. I knew the stuff at the grocery store was no good. Placebos worked better. So I went to the vet to arm myself with some serious flee-killing weaponry: a can of spray, and drops. Unlike the stuff you buy over the counter, these actually kills the flees and their eggs.
Thus, armed with my weapons of choice, I went home and anointed my cat with the drops of poison. Then I sprayed the vile can of mist onto all my carpet, mattresses and cushions until I could spray no more. The mists permeated my apartment–it nearly drove me out (the stuff stinks) so the stuff had better work.
Poisons placed, I then pretended like I was Cinderella and cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. I did my laundry, swept and mopped, and vacuumed every carpeted surface. But had I gotten all the flees? There was only one way to find out.
The Black Light of Doom
My sister told me this secret to killing flees. If I wanted to get rid of flees fast, I needed two things: a container of soapy water, and a black light. That was it. So I obtained a black light, got my soapy water, waited for night to fall, and then sprung my trap. I set the black light over the water, turned it on, and turned all the other lights out.
The next morning, I had four dead flees floating in the water. Yes, you heard me. Four. Laugh if you want, but you know as well as I that four flees can quickly become four hundred. I knew those drops worked–the cat started shedding dead flees while I was still cleaning–but I wasn’t sure about the spray. Thus the water. And black lights are infinitely cheaper than flee poison.
I’m going to be keeping that black light on for the next few nights, just to make sure I got them all.
Living with the Pun Master 