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Attack of the parasites!

A few months ago, my sooth-seeking friend Andy took in a stray cat. He named him Tucker and kept him in his bedroom in our apartment. I would go in once in a while and see Tucker there. He was affectionate but unfortunately never very healthy. After about a month, Andy and his vet decided to let Tucker go to the great scratching post in the sky.

Three weeks later, Andy and his friend Scott, who was visiting, discovered that Tucker had left something to remember him by: fleas.

They took swift action, vacuuming and flea-bombing Andy’s room and the living room. They asked if they should do my room too. I said not to worry about it. Mistake of the Century. Shortly after that, I said:

Andy and Scott left on Wednesday, and I’ve been alone in the apartment. It hasn’t been so great, but not for the reasons I would have expected. I’ll go into that later.

I was left to fend off the fleas by myself. On Thursday afternoon, I went to the front office to ask for pest control to come, and I was told that they only come on Thursdays and that I had just missed them. Andy, who took responsibility for the whole situation, gave the office a call and got the pest control people to maybe come on Monday.

It was a long weekend. I called a vet’s office, and they said to put Borax onto the carpet and vacuum a week later, but I couldn’t find Borax at the grocery store. (Is that something you can get at the grocery store? I don’t want to waste my time again.) I did buy some insecticide for fleas, and it seemed to get rid of them after a few days of spraying. I also did some vacuuming to (hopefully) get rid of the flea eggs.

I don’t like spraying chemicals all over the place. It’s not due so much to my concern for the environment as it is to my tendency to accidentally spray myself (which did happen, as usual). So I made a flea trap by setting a bowl of soapy water on the floor and angling a desk lamp over it. Fleas are attracted to heat (this ordeal has made me a damn flea expert), so they jump toward the light bulb and fall into the water, where they get stuck. It’s also a fire hazard, so don’t try this at home. I won’t do it again.

Needless to say in a world where “yes” means “maybe” and “maybe” means “no,” pest control didn’t come on Monday. They called me on Tuesday and asked if the whole place had been vacuumed up because apparently they wouldn’t even come if it weren’t. I said no and asked them to come on Wednesday. They didn’t. They were definitely supposed to come on Thursday, as usual, but they didn’t even appear then. They finally showed up on Friday, but by then they could tell I had already gotten rid of the fleas, so they didn’t do anything.

(Before you say anything: no money was lost here. The management of my apartment complex hires said company to do free pest control work for residents. We had considered hiring another company, but it would have been too expensive.)

I haven’t seen any fleas in five days, so I think they’re gone for now. Then again, they hid for at least three weeks, between the time Tucker died and the time anyone noticed them. Hopefully they’re not like an STD that pops up from time to time and can never go away. I’ll have to do some more vacuuming.

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