Much to our chagrin, we returned from camping in New Hampshire in July to realize we had a severe flea infestation on our hands. That the brief excursion our cat Billie took the night of the Sopranos finale began our plight. I was still in Worcester with the boys. D went about vacuuming and with my mother's help, bathed Billie. We had a plan of attack, go green and use only organic essential oils to repel the buggers. Yeah, right.Apparently, I am what fleas would concider filet mignon and am now suffering upwards of 30+ bites. We finally had to fog several weeks ago, but are still hosting. I have been combing the cat several times a day, and at least am only finding on average 4 to 8. This has been the bane of my existence for close to 5 weeks and has highjacked the last half of our summer. I am now vacuuming about twice a day and spayed all the carpets and rug with Vet strength insect growth regulatar (bascially flea birth control). I'm hoping this does it.
The only good thing to come of it, I finally got my dyson slim. boy do I love it though. ;)
