There’s been a bit of an escalation recently in my ongoing chemical warfare against the house’s resurgent flea population. Unfortunately, despite dousing everything in generous lashings of pyrethrin, some of the little fuckers evidently didn’t get the memo, and they’re still happily sproinging about the place in the unseasonal winter sunshine.
So it’s back to hand-to-hand (ie fingernail-to-resin) combat. Today’s tally amounted to 2 dozen fleas, 3 mosquitoes, and — for fuck’s sake — a leech. All this before breakfast.
The leech was a bugger to kill (popped, squished and diced, since you ask), and it was also something of a rarity. Occasionally I’ve encountered the odd Hirudinean straggler outside in the damper corners of the yard, swaying and waving its paws around like some demented Christian mystic as it ‘quests’ like a tick for its next blood meal. But this is only the second time I’ve seen one in the house — the first time was a couple years ago when I caught one doing laps in the bathtub.
Seriously though, this is getting silly. What the fuck will it be next? A plague of fracking vampires?
Apparently this is supposed to be good for you. Welcome to the 14th century 3rd millenium.
Tags: bloodsucking parasite, fleas, Hirudinea, leech, mosquitoes, pyrethrin, ticks
