Youngest son (22 years) is moving back home today. His excursion into the real word did not work out as planned so he is returning to reboot, pay off debt and start again. This is a great thing.
He is bringing his 6 month old male cat Zeus with him. This is a good thing.
Zeus and all of Youngest Son’s possessions are infested with fleas. This is a bad thing!
I ran to the hardware store yesterday and purchased all kinds of flea killing products. Now I just have to get off my ass and go downstairs to the basement bedroom (how’s that for a stereotypical scenerio of son moving back home!??!) and begin laying traps and spraying poison .
Can you hear the joy in my voice?