The Frantic Fantastic Flea Fiasco of 2018™

Then the vet tech came back into the room to administer the treatment and sitting right there on Aslan's sneaky little fur-covered neck was a flea. "Oh, there's one!" the vet tech exclaimed gleefully. Though I'm pretty sure the glee was just in my head.

“FUCK,” I texted Jeff. “She has fleas.”

“FUCK,” he replied.

And so it began, The Frantic Fantastic Flea Fiasco of 2018™

I hesitated to write this post because, frankly, I'm a bit embarrassed, but I find myself on the constant verge of either laughing or crying (or doing both at the same time) due to our current predicament, so I figured I'd do what I always do when I feel like my head is about to explode: Write.

So Hi. Hello. I’m here. I’m here and currently dealing with fleas. FLEAS! Fleas on our indoor cat, Aslan, who I naively assumed couldn’t get fleas because she’s an indoor cat. WRONG.