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Fleas don't bite me, which is odd. Mosquitos love ...

2007-10-09T00:48:00.000-04:00

Fleas don't bite me, which is odd. Mosquitos love me.

Odd question that you seem like you may know the answer to - is Advantix really safe? My cat is an escape artist and occasionally gets out, and every time it happens he seems to come back bearing evil little passengers. I keep hearing people singing the praises of Advantix, but I can't help thinking that anything toxic enough to kill fleas that bit a cat might not be very good for the cat. Anyone have an idea how it actually works and if they've even bothered to study long-term side effects?



The irony, of course, was that in the state of hyp...

2007-10-05T03:27:00.000-04:00

The irony, of course, was that in the state of hyper awareness/'vigilence', I think it took me a bit longer than it probably would have normally to trust that they were gone. Would've been a lot less pain if those bombs worked.



I managed to throw my back out because of fleas on...

2007-10-05T03:06:00.000-04:00

I managed to throw my back out because of fleas once, (was horrible, I had to find someone else to tie my shoes, and getting dressed was a joke) vile lttle buggers, and I still tend to get slightly paranoid about tickles when I know there's animals in the vicinity because I couldn't get rid of the them for so damn long. Winter finally took care of it since the bombs weren't working, although I'm suprised they managed to live in such cold temperatures for as long as they did. You see, I was rather desperate and at one point I was sleeping for several months on the highest piece of furniture I owned with the windows cracked open and no heat so they'd freeze to death. (slippery veneer, so they couldn't climb it, with absolutely no blankets slipping down, I didn't want them investigating what that hanging piece of cloth was and finding me) thinking they couldn't get me up there, and I had a glass of Very Hot Water on the shelf below me for when they snuck past my careful vigilence. Then there was the empty soda bottle half-filled with water with a nice, replacable cap where you could watch them drown and get personal satisfaction, although developing a method for actually getting them in the bottle was a bit tricky. I loath fleas, was the only insect that managed to drive me to the brink, so I s'pose they get some kudos for that. Granted, the ends I went to were lightly wacky, but I figured desperate times called for desperate measures.



My lovely ex-wife and I moved into our first house...

2007-10-04T23:42:00.000-04:00

My lovely ex-wife and I moved into our first house together with such optimism and cheerfulness, certain that her (evil) cat Loretta and my Edie and Anna would learn, over time, to -- well, if not to love each other, then to at least, eventually, cease hostilities. That first little place was carpeted, and its previous occupants had a yappy little dog. I'd never experienced fleas before. And yeah, I am the kind of person who takes spiders outside. Hates killing and poisoning. But the cats were so freaking miserable, that we really did have to do something. I asked around, consulted, put pennyroyal everywhere, and added garlic to their food, and brewer's yeast. We had to start with the chemicals, though, because it turned out that poor Anna was allergic to fleas, and started to scratch herself raw.

We vacuumed every day, which of course cats love, and had to dip them in flea dip four or five times before the whole thing was over. Loretta was particularly difficult, but they all hated it. And my lovely ex-wife would stand there saying 'stop it, you're hurting her!!!' And I"m the one bleeding, and soaking wet, and the cats all despise me.

I eventually figured out that I could dip Loretta much more easily in water if I put her into a pillowcase from the neck down. She wasn't happy, but she couldn't hurt me and the whole thing was over much faster.

Oof, that was a horrible time, but everyone survived.



Oh god, Daisy, that sounds exactly like a horrible...

2007-10-03T23:06:00.000-04:00

Oh god, Daisy, that sounds exactly like a horrible flea infestation I got back in the early 80s. I also went a bit batshit trying to get rid of them, but it was futile. I finally moved--that's how bad it was.



fleas always bite F. but not me. my sister used t...

2007-10-03T16:36:00.000-04:00

fleas always bite F. but not me. my sister used to get bit but we didn't. wonder why they bite some people & not others. if they bit me i'd prob go nuts on em too.