|Left - What it looked like right afterward | Right - After I styled it|
It's not drastically different but I did get a bit of length taken off. Moving on.
The weekend was mostly spent at or very near home. Friday night we went to the neighborhood bar, Saturday we hung around the house and each did some work. But Sunday our mass genocide of fleas continued. (See Part 1 of this story here.) I've spared you new pictures of my legs but suffice to say that, along with the still-healing bites of a couple weeks ago, I have new bites as well. And our poor kitties are still scratching away and Aaron is finding fleas left and right. So all day yesterday we went on the attack (causing me to miss Phil Mickelson win the British Open, AND we didn't get to watch or listen to the Reds/Pirates, AND we missed our niece Lauren showing her pig Minnie at the Knox County Fair - bastard fleas).
Saturday morning Aaron set up homemade traps: a bowl of soapy water with a lamp shining on it. We had these set up in the FROG, our closet and the living room. The closet only caught four fleas, the living room caught quite a few, but here's what the one in the FROG looked like:
Awesome. So we laundered all our linens and bedding in hot water, took apart the FROG and the living room, vacuumed the hell out of everything, put Diatomaceous Earth on the carpets and rugs, sprayed the house and screened porch with Siphotrol, sprayed the back patio with Cutter Backyard Bug Control and ordered another round of Capstar pills to give to the cats.
|The cats around 10 am, just before the massive cleaning began and they found hiding places.|
|Tools for extermination|
Then Aaron flossed the house. On the first level we have concrete floors and there are cuts in those floors (see below). He took a flashlight and a thin blade and the vacuum and cleaned out those cuts and I'm glad I didn't have to see what came out of there but it sounds gross and it included lots of (live) fleas. SERIOUSLY?
I hope you all had a wonderful, flea-free weekend!