ICKY.

[chibi_trillian]

My morning went as follows:
9:15am: Wake up early for a change.
9:18am: Roll over, poke computer. Yes, it's right next to my bed, shut up.
9:19am: Flea jumps onto hand. Squish flea, promptly go check cat.
9:25am: Drive to Petco, obtain things of flea!death.
9:55am: Bathe cat. Learn new meaning of pain. Surprised Vivi so well behaved.
10:20am: Buckle flea collar onto damp cat, go forth to attack the apartment with flea spray.
11:30am: Finish spraying. Wash hands thoroughly.
11:50am: Finally regain some feeling in right index finger, now right wrist and forearm starting to cramp. Enthused--at least the fleas won't fair any better than my poor nerve cells. Also, spray is mad hardcore and also kills cockroaches--good, as our next-door neighbors are not very tidy and so we've had sightings of said brown creepy insects.

Now I just need to figure out how the hell Vivi got fleas in the first place (she's an indoor cat) and we'll be good.

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[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

It's a possibility, esecially if one of us went walking through tall grass. And my forearm and wrist started to cramp in reaction to the poision in the flea spray--I got it on my skin and by the time I washed it off, some of it had already been absorbed.