Fleas Flee!

While George, Donald and the gang fight the terrorists, I am waging a one-woman war against fleas - less important perhaps, but difficult nonetheless.

I went home yesterday resigned to an evening of intense vacuuming, but after I got the vacuum out and set up (its a wet-dry shop vac) the stupid thing wouldn't work. I sulked for about 15 minutes but I was too riled up to just do nothing. What I came up with worked just as well, perhaps even better. I have mostly hardwood floors, which is a good advantage on my side - so I swept and swept and swept; then I sprinkled carpet flea powder over the floor, and then swept it up so it fell between the cracks (Damn! Sometimes I'm so smart I impress even myself. Other times I'm so dumb I impress even myself) After that I mopped the floor with a pet-safe concentrated cleaner that is actually recommended to be used, diluted, as a flea and tick repellant. That way if my little fuzzy darlings walk across the floor and lick their paws they won't die. I also washed almost everything in those rooms that could be - bedding, blankets, pillows, etc.

We only got the living room, my bedroom and the sunroom done - but those were the most important rooms, since that's where they all hang out mostly. Tonight I have to do the guest room, kitchen and entry way. On the positive side my house is getting really clean and maybe this time I can actually do maintenance to keep it that way.... I have a bit of clutter to deal with too but not too bad...

Next on my list: The Lawn That Wouldn't Die
(That is if I survive helping with Vacation Bible School)