Seriously, what is it with me and unwanted insects? I rid myself of the pantry moths, and now I have fleas. Well, not me, per se, but my new kittens. Little fuzzy bastards bringing purring and pests into my home. Damn their cute, furry hides!
I haven't noticed any around the house yet, they're only on the gremlins. So, I'm off to buy borax, flea shampoo and arrange for dips for all of them. Foggers are out of the question, as I'm in an apartment. Feck. This is not how I wanted to spend my day.
Damn you, fleas! Damn your bloodsucking creepy-jumping asses! Apparently the pantry moths didn't inform you, but I run this house! I run this house with bleach and poisons! You stand no chance, fleas. I shall kill you, and I shall kill your children. They will compose epics based on the senseless slaughter I shall visit upon you! I shall be the Grendel of the flea world (y'know, but without Beowulf)! Die, you fuckheads! DIE!



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amn you, Cameron, and your faster typing.

they might not be too bad, you never know!

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