So I bought a new vacuum cleaner. For those keeping track: I now had a grand total of three vacuums in the apartment. This latest one however had a canister, no bags. All I needed to do was empty the contents in the toilet and flush as many times as I needed to feel emotionally vindicated. (Usually three…sometimes four if I had P.M.S.)
The issue with this new one was that the hose wasn’t very long so I needed to channel MacGyver by combining components from all three vacuums. Once this was done, I now had the ultimate fighting machine for my war against the fleas. However, two things were working against me:
- I had underestimated my enemy.
- They were lulling me into a false sense of security.
I needed to be smarter about this situation. (Which as we know was going to be harder what with all the pesticides I had been inhaling.) But as G.I. Joe explained to me oh so long ago in my childhood: KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE.
With all the hard work I was doing on a daily basis, the fleas didn’t have a chance for a full on infestation. Consequently, one to two weeks could go by leading me to believe that all was well…then CHOMP!
While I may have been killing the adult fleas and eliminating most of their eggs, there were still some lurking about, and I needed to understand their cycle…because I was getting mighty frustrated with living through them.
