Chemical Warfare
It’s true what they say about lying down with dogs.
It seems that our feline guest, who is indeed known to lie down with dogs when he’s at home, had fleas. Furthermore, he neglected to take them all with him when he went home.
Fortunately, low-grade chemical weapons are readily available at the pet store. We didn’t even need a permit or a U.N. inspection, and as far as I can tell, the Marines aren’t about to come in and overthrow my tyrannical rule. And just for the record, as far as I can tell, none of the fleas were Kurdish.
But I digress.
Ed set off our WMDs this morning as he left the house for work. I came home and aired the house—fortunately the weather’s a little better, although ten degrees cooler and a lot less humid would be nice. So far, I haven’t found any mass flea graves. On the other hand, I haven’t found any live fleas, either. A dedicated run with the vacuum cleaner should prove interesting, though.
I think we’ve gotten away with it. But don’t tell the State Department, just in case.
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September 4th, 2005 at 8:45 pm
[...] Our house still has fleas. Ed and I have an appointment with an exterminator on Wednesday morning. Until then, Ed and I are wearing flea collars on our ankles. Ed remembered this afternoon that he’d seen on CNN or something that the soldiers in Iraq do the same thing to keep the sand fleas off. Actually, Ed only got flea collars for himself, but I am wearing the cut-off bits until tomorrow, when the store opens and he can get a pair for me. I can just imagine that conversation. [...]