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As I drove home, I tried to decide the best sequence of events, pressing the gas, pressing the brake, or scratching my bites. As soon as I got home, I took a nice long hot shower, then spayed some bite relief on me, took the clothes I had been wearing to the laundry room. In the laundry room was a basket of clean clothes that had been taken out of the dryer earlier. My PJ's were there, so I put them on early, and relaxed, as much as I could, (except for the itching). The next day I took off. Besides the discomfort, I wanted to make sure the fleas were dead. So, the next morning, I started out in my car, for the house, to really get it done. What was that? A flea bit me. So, I detoured, and went to the store to get more flea bomb. Right then and there, I set off that flea bomb in my car. I waited a while, then went back out to air out the car, so I would be able to drive it without being overcome. While I was killing time in the store, I saw a special of men's work socks. I decided to buy some of these to put on right over my shoes, just in case there were more fleas. I was also thinking of getting some flea collars, and putting them around my ankles, but the package strictly warned against human use. There must be other people who think like me,... scary. Well, the car was ready for me to drive. Thank goodness, no more fleas. I went to the house, and as a precaution, I put on the socks over my shoes, and on top of my jeans. (It's not real easy). I wasn't disappointed, there were still fleas, not as many as before, but some had escaped the "nuclear attack". I had purchased some extra bombs, so I decided to continue working for a while, and use the bombs before I left. I set off the bombs, and before getting in the car, I took off the socks, and threw them away. The drive home was uneventful. Well, I finally got the fleas, I thought. When I got home, I took a shower, but this time changed into other clothes. While I was eating supper, I started to feel uncomfortable in the area of my bra. It was a flea! Yes, remember those clothes I threw into the laundry room, and there was a basket of washed clothes nearby. Yes, even though those clothes had since been put away, a flea had hopped into the clean clothes. Okay, time for the flea bombs! Fortunately, it only took one time at my house. But at the rental house, it had to be done again in 14 days to kill any that hatched. Now, mind you, I am not a sissy when it comes to bugs. I will usually flick bugs away, when others are screaming. But, from then on, I let a pest control company go to battle for me. They can get the battle scars. Not me! Ooh, my ankles are itchy, now my waist, oh, oh, my neck. Could it be? ,

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