I will go on record and say 10:45 p.m. is way too late at night to be dealing with fleas. Not that any time of day is a good time to deal with fleas. There is a famous misquote attributed to Albert Einstein that says man would last no longer than 4 years if bees became extinct. No one ever said that about fleas. No one ever said anything about fleas. People cursed, screamed, groaned, cried, whined, and, as of 10 minutes ago, despaired about fleas, but I bet no one ever said, “Man, we’d be up a creek without fleas!” Well, except for, ugh, scientists. Whatever. I like them as much as fleas right now.
Ugh, fleas. They’re such rude little fellows, making themselves at home, even though they’ve not once been invited to the party . . .
Also, that article — no one needs to see the head of a tapeworm. Seriously.
Without stating why for fear of ruining the story for you, I recommend reading Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place. Yes, fleas are discussed, and I think you’ll appreciate the message. :)
We’ve been battling them like CRAZY this year. In fact, another flea bath is on the agenda for today. I was a little skeptical about diatomaceous earth, but that seemed to be the thing that finally knocked out the house part of problem.