About a month ago, my dog Castle became afflicted with any fur parents worst nightmare.... fleas. He had been previously treated, but I was late reapplying due to a recent move, and had simply forgotten. I mean it was a week or so, no big deal, right? Sadly those pesky critters saw a window of opportunity and chose to invade. I found one that fateful Saturday morning and within moments I was in my car, running into the store to grab what I could. In that moment...I was waging war.
I was later told by my vet that my lateness was not as much as an issue as I had thought but likely more a result of the fleas in my area being somewhat immune to that particular brand of treatment. Lovely. The bastards become resistant to flea treatments. Who knew? I certainly hadn't.
That was August 22nd.
Since then, it has been an onslaught of flea sprays and baths, Capstar pills, various flea treatments, and a routine of vacuuming and mopping that would make any housekeeper proud. I have washed every blanket several times over. I have fogged my apartment twice. Which, if you have ever done this, is an endeavor of Navy Seal style prowess. You plan, you calculate the risks, and you skillfully engage your strike.
It's friggin' exhausting.
Needless to say, I am still fighting the good fight but I am confident that I have them on retreat. At least I believe so. I am about 80% sure of it. Okay a solid 60%.
I live in an apartment that now smells of peppermint oil and flea repellant. Thank goodness it is finally cool enough to open windows because if the fleas don't die from this crap, we just might.
I have Googled and researched these bastards and from what I can tell, this is not a battle I will win easily. Yet, if you know this fur momma, you know that I am lying in bed at night obsessively planning my next strike just in case today was not fully successful.
I will win. I can definitely guarantee that.
DID YOU KNOW? "A flea can jump more than 100 times its length (vertically up to 7 inches and horizontally 13 inches). That's equivalent to an adult human jumping 250 feet vertically and 450 feet horizontally."
I really hate the bastards.
SHOUT OUT: A huge thanks go to my former neighbor Jill for letting me use her backyard to bathe Castle and for letting us hang out while the fogging process occurred.
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