So the exterminator came by this week. First thing? 4 freaking hours late!! Not impressed at all. Especially since I had my Kitties and kids ready to go the whole time. I finally called the company and gave them a blast. Its something called communication! I don't mind the guy being late but the least he could have done was call to say so. Apparently I was his last run of the day. I'm beginning to think so more and more because it looks like he didn't do the whole house as he said. There are many areas that have objects that haven't even been moved and they were against the baseboards where they said they'd concentrate their efforts. Today I found a twitching flea downstairs and one on my arm. So far it looks like they are dying. Time will tell. I'm constantly checking the kittens fur just on case. Seriously though... What the heck purpose does a flee have? Nothing eats it. Its not part of a food chain. So why does it even exist!?
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