When i lived at my mom's we had a period of time where we had fleas for like. Over a full fucking year. And nothing fixed it because she REFUSED to keep the cats indoors and all the advantage in the world doesn't mean a thing if THEY KEEP BRINGING THEM IN. I don't allow the cat outside. Period. No exceptions.
Seeing these fucking things in MY home made me so fucking upset that I got a little panic stricken. Is this to be triggered? I was so incredibly upset.
I got the cat flea treatment, my bro in law the former pest control professional supplies us a super effective pesticide and outlined a plan of cleaning that should clear things up, and the cat is gonna go to the vet on Friday. So it's pretty much handled.
But I'm still mystified and angry. Where did it come from???
I took off my socks and put them on the floor for a moment and INSTANTLY a bunch of these fuckers landed on them and I almost threw up. I'm still upset.
