No, not the F-bomb; although this word is just as upsetting to me.
Lewis and I went to Kelowna a few weeks ago, to visit my sister and her boys. Lewis climbed a mountain, walked around the lake a few times, and ran through a field with long, wet grass. I think the latter adventure is where he picked up fleas.
We don't generally have fleas in Alberta. There are a few cases of them reported each year, but it's so rare that we don't bother treating for them. You can be assured that all three of my animals have now been treated for fleas.
After daily vacuuming, mountains of laundry and tonnes of scrubbing, I think they're gone. I hope. Just thinking about it, I'm itchy all over.
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