I don't really have much of a story to post here, I just generally want to vent some hatred compressed deep within me.
So, I've had my dog (Link) for probably around about five years now. When I lived with a friend of mine a few years back, everything was fine. Link would occasionally get fleas and maybe spread them to my bed sheets/mattress, but I'd always give him a bath and set up the dish soap + heat source trap and that would get rid of them pretty quick, nbd.
The problem really started when I moved in with my grandmother (tough times moved me out of where I was). It was pretty manageable at first, using my same flea control tricks to keep them at bay and, for the most part, off of Link. But around the time summer started this year the problem got WAY WAY worse. I live in the basement of my grandmother's house. The whole basement is stone floored (I mean, like, foundation stone, not stone tiles or anything), minus my bedroom which is covered in carpet, which was a change from the hardwood floors of my previous residence. I'm convinced that my room is absolutely INFESTED by this point. My old methods stopped working a long time ago, and so I started searching online for anything to help me fix this problem ASAP.
The first thing I thought to try was to cut off their food source, so I bought Link a pack of those once-monthly flea pills. I've always hated giving him meds like that, but I wanted to help him and myself, so I gave him one... He had fleas again after maybe a day. I was like "wait, maybe I just misread the labeling" so I double-checked. Sure enough, 30-day protection, as well as reviews all over the internet touting how great it is to not have to worry about fleas for a month at a time. Wtf? I thought "okay, guess I need to try something else..."
The next attempt was a fogger. I absolutely hated that I was going to try this, because I was scared to death that I would miss a spot when cleaning afterwards and leave some residue that Link would get into and poison himself with... But, I stifled all my worries and bit the bullet... Box said 2 hours minimum for it to work, so I gave it 6 hours. That's TRIPLE the minimum time, so I thought "surely this will kill them". Spoilers; it did not. In fact, it only seemed to make them angry. Very, very angry. Now they were not only attacking my best friend, Link, but myself as well!!! They'd hop up onto my ankles and crawl around on my legs. Unpleasant experience if you've never had fleas in your home. SUPER unpleasant.
At this point I was getting kind of desperate. I'd read online about this diatomaceous earth stuff that could dry out fleas at all stages of their insignificant, worthless lives. Perfect. I want these pests to suffer a great deal of pain as they behold the mass genocide of their species, led by my unmerciful hand. I will leave no men, no women, and especially no children behind. I will spearhead the extinction of these pathetic lifeforms, and watch on with glee as they come to a most painful end... Or so I thought. Internet said to rub the stuff into the carpets, leave it, then vacuum, making sure to empty the bag outside as to prevent re-infestation. So I get to rubbing the dirt into the carpet and the little fuckers are running everywhere. I'm talking on my hands and knees SCRUBBING this stuff in, and they're all over my arms. I could almost hear their screams of agony and terror. I even rubbed the dirt into Link's fur (poor Link), wait about half a day, then give him a bath, repeat every day. I wait a few days, they're still very active both on Link and on myself, and then I finally vacuum. All is calm for about a day again, and then boom. They're back with a vengeance.
I'm now considering calling an exterminator. Guys, I want you to know that I am NOT a mean or hateful person. I can't even remember the last time I got legitimately angry at someone or something. But these fleas, man... These fleas have me more angry than I think I've ever been in my entire life, no joke. I think I've accidentally bred some new species of super flea or something, because everything that was SUPPOSED to work and HAS worked for everyone else, has only made them stronger. I'm at my wit's end here.
Feel free to give me advice in the comments. Or hell, join me in my rant on how disgusting fleas are. Vent your hatred with me for these odious little nuisances. And if there's a scientist that comes across my post, message me and I will throw every dollar to my name at you to find some way to rid the entire world of these useless creatures (I mean seriously, these stupid bugs serve absolutely no purpose; there is no animal that feeds on them exclusively, they don't secrete any kind of beneficial chemical, they aren't good for research, oh, and they're also directly responsible for the black plague).
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