Today I'm going to tell you about what I've been dealing with over the last several days. You know, ON TOP of everything normal thing I already deal with! We have two dogs.... One of which is mainly outside and the other that is inside. We also have a cat that is outside. Well... as some times happens, ONE of them ended up with fleas which more than likely passed it to another that evenutally made its way inside the house..... If you've ever had that situation happen, you know that it's not a SPRAY, YOU'RE DEAD FOREVER kind of creature. Because they are so FREAKING small, they can get into damn near anything and everything. We're talking... clothes, furniture, even into the floor. So that happened. It started to errupt when my husband saw one of these creatures on his leg one night sitting in the living room. He grabbed it, squeezed it, threw it out and then started getting crazy eyes every time he thought he felt something on him. It went from constantly checking his arms and legs to scratching at things that weren't there. It creeped him out AND made him totally paranoid. I, on the other hand, hadn't seen ONE. After a few days of him freaking out (and me still not seeing any) he decided the animals had to go outside until this problem was regulated. Ok, done. The animals were treated and left outside in their newly built kennel. Not good enough. "We need to bomb in here". Ok... So I go buy six flea specific bombs and he sets them off while I'm at work and then complains that he has to be gone so long by himself with the kids.... Can't help that. You wanted it, you timed it... Not my fault. Eventually he and the girls are able to go back in the house and since I didn't get any freak out phone calls telling me otherwise, I figured everything was fine. Well I was wrong. It was right around 10pm when I was getting ready to leave work and I got a text that said "That shit didn't kill them. All it did was stir them up!" Holy shit... here we go again. I go home and when I get inside I grab a can of the "Flea killing spray" I had bought WITH the bombs. I spray the rug in the dining room and the carpet in the living room along with the furniture. It takes some time, I realize but when it comes to things like THAT, surprisingly my husband is even more impatient than ME! (I know right! Hard concept to swallow..) So he goes to bed damn near fully clothed and irritated as hell. I lean over him and ask if we should try a different kind of bomb and he gives me the "It doesn't matter, it is what it is" crap so I, being exhausted, roll over and go to sleep. (Keep in mind that I have not seen one of these things YET!) The next day we're out of the house a good chunk of the day. He's at work until about 4 and I had been out running errands and helping set up at work. When he gets home, I have to leave for work. Before I left, he leaned down to look at my pants... There on the lightest spot, a flea. That was the first time I'd seen them after he'd been flipping out for days. I left. After me being at work for a few hours, I get a text that says, "We've got to do something, that spray didn't work and I just had 3 on my leg at once!" Oh my........ When I made it back home, I pulled in the driveway and was taken back by what I saw... My dining room rug AND living room carpet sat in a wad by the trash can on the ground! What the hell!?! I go inside and sure enough the dining room is all moved around and the living room even more so with no stitch of carpet in sight. Grrrrr!!!!!! I only put carpet in those places to begin with because we live in an old ass stone house with hardwood floors and I have a toddler... Carpet is my friend! And to see it just, GONE..... Grrr..... He proceeds to tell me that they can live in carpets for this amount of time and blah, blah, blah... I asked, "So are we treating the old carpet or getting new?" He said we would have to bomb again witih no carpet and probably wait weeks or months before putting any carpet back in here. Umm... No, that doesn't work for this girl. I love carpet and it's about to be December... I then went to bed irritated. When I woke up, it was Saturday and 6am thanks to my daughter. I got her breakfast and tried to sit in my messed up living room... Could NOT do it. I started moving stuff, sweeping, vacuuming and mopping. He woke up at 8 something and by then I was P I S S E D. This was NOT how I wanted to spend the start of my weekend by any means. I told him we would sweep and mop everything, bag up blankets and clothes that were out and take them to the laundry joint, buy different bombs that my friend told me worked way better than the first ones and set them off in EVERY room, buy a spray to get the base boards and under bigger pieces of furniture, and once we finished laundry, we would go buy a new piece of carpet for the living room because there was no way I was going weeks without it. He agreed and started grabbing BAGS of clothing and blankets... We walked out of the house after setting 8 bombs and spraying with 6 giant black trash bags full of stuff.... We spent over 2 hours and $55.00 washing and drying clothes before we went to pick out a new piece of carpet for the living room. We found one. We got back to the house after the almost four hour wait time, vacuumed, mopped, placed the carpet, replaced the furniture and got it all back together.. After all that, he hauled in the BAGS of laundry and left them in the kitchen in a pile. That was Saturday's adventure before I had to go to work... I am happy to report that it is Wednesday (at least I'm fairly certain it is..) and NEITHER of us have seen one of those damn things again AND the laundry is all put away (as of yesterday...) I believe they were in here but I also believe that my husbands mind pushed him over the edge when it came to these freaking things. Maybe they would've bugged me more if I would've been him and they were "ALL OVER ME". But anyway.. He pushed me enough to turn the place upside down and back again and as long as I don't hear about them anymore, we'll both be happy. So to whatever animal walked them into my house...... RRRROOOOOAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all...... I hope that it is what it seems and we indeed have won the battle of the fleas... :/
On another note... HAPPY HUMP DAY!
-SuperMom
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