Yes, I do. Isn't that disgusting?
I know, you're thinking, "She means we have fleas, in the sense that her family has a problem with fleas on their pets." This is indeed true, but it's not what I meant.
I have fleas.
Once we realized the dogs had fleas, we treated them, but making the dogs inhospitable to fleas caused the fleas to migrate elsewhere. I was absent-mindedly scratching my head while rereading The Deed of Paksenarrion for the 800th time, and came away with a (living, struggling) flea trapped under my fingernail.
One hot shower and two thorough shampooings later, I am still suspicious of any little itch, imagining phantom tribes gamboling through my hair. Sheets! I will change the sheets. That should do it...
You're probably wondering how we could afford the flea medicine, after all my whining?
I'm glad you asked...I purchased a single application of Frontline for dogs 132 lbs and up on e-bay, from an enterprising businessperson who had clearly bought up boxes of it, separated them, and shipped them out with a glass vial, a syringe, and printed instructions on exactly how much to use for dogs of various weights. It was enough to treat all 3 of them, with enough left over for next month. It cost $24, including shipping.
Off to strip the bed!
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