I – the dogless, catless, kidless, spouseless, single business professional with an obsessively clean one bedroom apartment – have fleas. How did this happen?
Yesterday evening when I got home from work, a cheerful yellow pamphlet greeted me on my kitchen counter. It was from the leasing office, informing me that they had sprayed the entire complex for roaches, so I “should expect to see increased roach activity as the boric acid does its work.” Oh joy.
I can handle spiders. And ants. And crickets. And a lot of other bugs that freak people out. But I don’t do roaches. So all night long, I felt creepy, crawly itchiness all over me. I convinced myself that it was all in my head; a psychological effect of imagining roaches crawling all over my apartment. *Shudder*
But this morning, I woke up covered in bites and thought, “Hmm… roaches don’t bite…. Oh no… It wasn’t all in my head!!!” Gross, gross, gross! I looked down at my splotchy pink legs and smashed two tiny black bugs jumping around my ankles. FLEAS. Noooooooooo!
It’s true that I fostered a kitten for a weekend, but that was nearly a month ago. Wouldn’t the fleas have shown up before now? Could the pest control guy have tracked in fleas from some of the other units he was spraying? Ultimately, I don’t care where the little monsters came from. I just want them all to be dead before I crawl back into my bed tonight!
Suddenly roaches don’t seem quite so scary in the face of hundreds of little bugs sucking my blood all through the night.
Are you certain they aren’t bedbugs?
Pretty sure. I have spent the past 18 hours researching fleas v bedbugs. I have created several homemade flea traps around my apartment and now have many samples of the ankle-biters to show to the exterminator (who was supposed to come today but said he’d “have to get back to me tomorrow”).
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P.S. Apparently I’m “contagious”, hahahaha. I’m actually laughing out loud as I type this. I have to laugh so I don’t cry. 😉 No one will let me stay the night at their apartment because they are afraid I will infect them. Now I know what mutts feel like… 😦
I’m so sorry…I really am…and I feel for you. I did say a prayer that God would kill them all dead…and I know I shouldn’t laugh, because this isn’t a laughing matter, but I can’t help it…hahahaha…I’mmm soooorrrry. Please forgive me. 🙂 I do feel for you and hope that someone was willing to let you stay with them so you could get some sleep/rest without thinking the fleas were going to devour you.
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Just seems the liittle fellas looked for higher ground when they got a dose of the attack chems.
Unfortunately, you live in ‘higher ground.’
Consider it a compliment! Heck, a lot of people didn’t get them. 😉
Or maybe you accidentally hit the flea ‘like’ button by mistake. Just find the ‘delete’ tab, and all will be back to normal……………..
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