calmloki
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About a month ago we had some tenants move out of a one bedroom with hardwood floors. They had a kid and a cat and did not leave the place broom clean - the debris piles were left "to avoid filling the dumpster". Normal deal, we swamped it out, hauled off the junk, sent in the cleaner and placed an ad.
Several days later went in and when I came out my socks were covered with fleas - like 20 or so. Crawl on me you little @#~! ? Oh it was on! First we blasted the rooms with various aerosol bug grenades, leaving cabinet doors open, giving a few days between each application and tromping through the place with vigor to wake and hatch the fleas from their pupae stage. B*stards laughed it off. Then we got serious and hosed it down with high dollar vet flea sprays - Siphotrol and Knockout. That left a growing mushroom shaped cloud and the apartment glows with a pulsing green light now, but the flea production has shifted into crazed overdrive.
After creating fast mover zombie mutant flea hordes I decided to become one with nature and built a flea trap:
Actually my trap involved water and a heat lamp. Should have known the smoked out flea bitten tree huggers weren't the best source for flea murder traps. Went in after a few days and was briefly captivated by the show of synchronized swimming a few fleas were putting on until I realized they had infiltrated a battalion behind me to invade my ankles.
There is a scruffy female cat trying to insinuate itself here at the house - feel bad for it, it's super friendly, but dang it, we are down to one cat and gone 1/2 the year. I had dosed it with Revolution back on the 25th since it was hanging out and looked like a fleabag - we don't need a flea population taking hold here. The gal has me stripping in the yard and clothes go direct to a hot water wash when I come back from flea battle. Anyway, on Saturday I stuck sacrificial scruffy cat Softy in a carrier and put her, a catbox, food and water in the apartment. She was not enthused - pretty sure cats are more sensitive to flea movement than humans. Sorry Softy - you are the poison bait.
- Went back after 24 hours and couldn't find Softy - the cat box had been used, most of the food was gone, but no sign of Softy. Windows and doors were locked, it was weird going from room to room calling for her and getting no response. Had the fleas eaten her blood, bones and all? Was about to give up when I found her cowering behind the toilet. Stuffed her in the carrier, grabbed up the food & litter box, did a quick clean and left. With 2 fleas on my socks. Pretty good kill ratio there Softy. She got a special dinner after her work on the front lines. May call on her again after a few days, if she hasn't fled to Canada.
A month without rent so far thanks to the flea infestation and a curse upon cat owners who don't de-flea their animals!
Several days later went in and when I came out my socks were covered with fleas - like 20 or so. Crawl on me you little @#~! ? Oh it was on! First we blasted the rooms with various aerosol bug grenades, leaving cabinet doors open, giving a few days between each application and tromping through the place with vigor to wake and hatch the fleas from their pupae stage. B*stards laughed it off. Then we got serious and hosed it down with high dollar vet flea sprays - Siphotrol and Knockout. That left a growing mushroom shaped cloud and the apartment glows with a pulsing green light now, but the flea production has shifted into crazed overdrive.
After creating fast mover zombie mutant flea hordes I decided to become one with nature and built a flea trap:
Actually my trap involved water and a heat lamp. Should have known the smoked out flea bitten tree huggers weren't the best source for flea murder traps. Went in after a few days and was briefly captivated by the show of synchronized swimming a few fleas were putting on until I realized they had infiltrated a battalion behind me to invade my ankles.
There is a scruffy female cat trying to insinuate itself here at the house - feel bad for it, it's super friendly, but dang it, we are down to one cat and gone 1/2 the year. I had dosed it with Revolution back on the 25th since it was hanging out and looked like a fleabag - we don't need a flea population taking hold here. The gal has me stripping in the yard and clothes go direct to a hot water wash when I come back from flea battle. Anyway, on Saturday I stuck sacrificial scruffy cat Softy in a carrier and put her, a catbox, food and water in the apartment. She was not enthused - pretty sure cats are more sensitive to flea movement than humans. Sorry Softy - you are the poison bait.
- Went back after 24 hours and couldn't find Softy - the cat box had been used, most of the food was gone, but no sign of Softy. Windows and doors were locked, it was weird going from room to room calling for her and getting no response. Had the fleas eaten her blood, bones and all? Was about to give up when I found her cowering behind the toilet. Stuffed her in the carrier, grabbed up the food & litter box, did a quick clean and left. With 2 fleas on my socks. Pretty good kill ratio there Softy. She got a special dinner after her work on the front lines. May call on her again after a few days, if she hasn't fled to Canada.
A month without rent so far thanks to the flea infestation and a curse upon cat owners who don't de-flea their animals!
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