Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Flea Market


My wife and I were talking the other evening about how fleas haven’t seemed to be a problem for years now and we wondered why. It used to be that if you had pets you ended up with a summer flea infestation problem. Before flea drops there were flea collars and before that there was flea baths. There was constant vacuuming, fumigating and animal bathing. It’s a wonder anyone ever wanted to keep pets in the first place during the old days.

I can’t recall the last time I’ve seen a flea on any of our pets or having a flea show up unexpectedly on my foot or arm.

We went on to talk about the old days of flea infestation. My story was of a house I move into when I was 21 years old. The previous occupants had two St Bernards that rarely ever went out side. The house was trashed with urine, fleas and dog slobber. You couldn’t see through the windows because of the slobber and there was a half inch of solidified slobber on every window sill that I had to remove with a putty knife. I had to gut the house and rebuild the interior to make it livable. Before starting anything I had to fumigate it with sulfur candles. You never hear of sulfur candles anymore.

My wife topped my story because when she and her previous husband were house hunting in the Surf Pines area, a realtor took them into this one house where they noticed the carpet moving. They walked through and the three of them became covered with fleas. They ran out the door as quickly as possible and spent the next half hour brushing fleas from one another.

12 Comments:

Blogger MissKris said...

Years ago...eons...when I was a teen, we had a bunch of hippies move into a rental in our neighborhood. They had a whole menagerie of pets, including a monkey and a boa constrictor. The boa caused quite a bit of excitement for a couple of days when it managed to get loose and all those kids were knocking on everyone's door asking, "Have you seen our snake?" The monkey spent a lot of time during the day chained up to a tree in their yard, but otherwise it was indoors. When they moved the house had to be fumigated, exterminated, flea bombed...almost raized to the ground, the fleas were so bad. A sad note...one of the young men was in an horrific motorcycle accident a few years later. Left him in an irreversible coma. He finally passed away a few years ago after spending over 30 years in a vegetative state.

5:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By jove your right! The last time we bought flea bombs was eight years ago. Hopefully this trend will continue, but one has to wonder why? Better products? Weaker fleas? WTF?

7:11 AM  
Blogger weese said...

hmm, now that you mention it...
I haven't seen a flea in years and years.
hmm.

9:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think the largest amount of chigger fleas I ever encountered was when I went up on an ancient roof that was cedar shingles ...the house was close to the ocean and had a commanding view-a favorite place for seagulls and other birds to stop over for a brief rest before going on. Anyway, I wasnt up there very long before I realized my lower extremities were under attack by hundreds of the hungry bloodsucking little bastards. When whatever chore I had gone up there to do was completed I brushed off what I could and got back down and finished picking the more tenacious ones outta my socks.

Of course I was puzzled as to why there was so many up there-I mean, we always had a few in our house, but we had a dog and a cat who came and went on their own-but there was no way any ground based animals could've accessed this roof because it was a tall house that required a ladder to even reach the lowest access point. I could only conclude that the fleas were sort of Robinson Caruso fleas. They had ridden to their lofty place of exile on various birds, hopped off the host and become marooned until they could catch an outbound flight or, maybe out of a starving desperation, bravely walked themselves to the roof's edge to take a leap of faith(I got a feeling a flea could fall quite aways, land in some grass without sustaining much physical trauma) and continue on it's life's journey. Fleas are pretty damn tough and I imagine they can go quite awhile without food.

12:14 PM  
Blogger Colonel Panic said...

that flea stuff they make now for dogs is so powerful that I think the whole dog flea species has expired.

I dont miss them .

Probably bad for the food chain somehow though.

sand fleas are bad too. I hate those things.

1:46 PM  
Blogger Colonel Panic said...

Oh one more...

Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers?

Completely intolerable.

I would trade him for one hundred million fleas as long as they disseminated properly.

Now you have me thinking about how The Red Hot Chili Peppers are just about the most mediocre Rock Act ever invented.

1:49 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

CP, mediocre along with Cold Play, Dave Mathews, Green Day. The unimaginative crap they call good these days.

You may be right about them all being wiped out. They just aren't around like they used to be.

Cool story, Anon

Weese, in your area they've been replaced by deer tics.

Anon, we may have poisoned ourselves as well.

Kris, a monkey on a chain? Sounds like that was a setting right out of a John Irving novel.

Hey Moose, if you read this, Happy Canada Day, Chimo, man!

2:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Merci Ti Guy (pronounced tee ghee) Of course I read this...whadaya think. Every day Bud...just busy moving our charges. Had a transport flip and lose its load yesterday. Egad...what a buzz that was!

What's a chimo?? Isn't that a pair of pants??

Moose

9:39 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

And you call yourself a Canadian? That was the invented Canadian greeting back in the 70s. It meant hello and good bye. Kind of like how the Hawaiians have Aloha. Everybody used it for about a week up there.

Next you'll tell me you don't know who Terry Fox was...

5:42 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

You lost a load? Oh man, how much did you salvage? How is the truck?

8:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Naw...not me. Some guy from Ontario. I'll PM you the links. They called us to help.

Moose

2:22 PM  
Blogger Mike S said...

Florida was the worst place I've ever lived for fleas. We have them here, but not bad as they tend to die out some in winter. Now ticks.....

11:15 PM  

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