Last night I managed three hours sleep and five hours searching the bedroom and the internet trying to find out what was biting my feet and ankles.
For sure it wasn’t a mosquito, I know what a mosquito bite looks like. I have plenty of them on my arms.
These things were ankle biters.
My google search narrowed it down to black fly, papatacci, or … cat fleas 😱
I used a complete bottle of mosquito repellent on me the bed and the floor and tried to go back to sleep.
At 4:30 I awoke to another three bites and an interesting article on how to bomb your house to eradicate fleas.
I was hooked, there was also several articles on why you should not bomb your house… but I was in no mood to read them.
This morning at my local shop, using my fabulous Italian I asked for information.
Me: I need bomb house for beasts.
Shop Assistant: Pardon?
Me: Look leg
Shop Assistant: oooohh! How big is your house?
Me: This big, pointing to his warehouse
Shop Assistant: You need 3 bombs
Me: I buy 4
Shop Assistant: Remove all your pets from the house before using the bombs
Me: Really! No possible leaving cats in house, solve 2 problems?
I tried to persuade MishMash to enter the house and watch the bombs going off, but she said she would tell Mrs Sensible what I was up to.
Mrs Sensible is currently visiting ‘the family’ in Sicily and MishMash knows she might have some reservations about me bombing the house.
I detonated the bombs starting at the top of the house and quickly exited through the front door.
Currently I am sat in a bar drinking Gin and Tonic and waiting for the dust to settle.
Oh! if you want to know the name of the bars where they don’t measure the gin, message me and I will send you a list.
To date I don’t know if the bombing worked, but I do know I have time for another Gin and Tonic