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My bed is infested with fleas.

I am becoming more anti-pet with each passing day.

It's pretty easy these days.

The vet gives you a prescription medicine oil that you rub in on he pointy part of the pet's head once a month.

It's called Advantage, and it works for fleas, ticks, and heartworms.

It costs some, but works really well, and the pet doesn't like the fleas any more than you.

Yes advantage for prevention, but they make all kinds of fabric upolstery/carpet specific pesticides nowadays. Shake it on, rub the powder into the fabric, vacuum out the loose stuff adn viola, dead fleas. Or if worse comes to wors,e pull you sheets off, and drob a (good quality!) bug bomb in your place for a few hours. I cannot stress the good quality part, cheap ones simply do not work, they are more pest repellant than pesticides.

At the first sign of fleas, NUKE AND PAVE!
DO NOT let them get started, I've had a few run ins over the years, never let the little fuckers get ahead of you.

Bigshankhank wrote:Yes advantage for prevention, but they make all kinds of fabric upolstery/carpet specific pesticides nowadays. Shake it on, rub the powder into the fabric, vacuum out the loose stuff adn viola, dead fleas. Or if worse comes to wors,e pull you sheets off, and drob a (good quality!) bug bomb in your place for a few hours. I cannot stress the good quality part, cheap ones simply do not work, they are more pest repellant than pesticides.

indeed, it's time for a good bomb. treat the pet, drop the bomb and you'll be fine. spot treating leaves too much to chance

Frequent vacuuming goes a long way in a battle against fleas, when I lived in a last apartment we had few infestations courtesy of my neighbors. The most effective way is a bug bomb, set it off and get out of town for couple days, when you come back fleas are gone and hopefully the neighbors too!

Vacuuming still a great prevention, I think the little fraks lay eggs in to the carpet or in the cracks of the floor, no eggs no new generations of little vampires!

MATPOC wrote:Frequent vacuuming goes a long way in a battle against fleas, when I lived in a last apartment we had few infestations courtesy of my neighbors. The most effective way is a bug bomb, set it off and get out of town for couple days, when you come back fleas are gone and hopefully the neighbors too!

Vacuuming still a great prevention, I think the little fraks lay eggs in to the carpet or in the cracks of the floor, no eggs no new generations of little vampires!

That's where the shake-on/vacuum-up carpet powder really works wonders, kills all those dammed eggs that keep coming back. In fact, shake that stuff into the carpet, set off the bomb and skedaddle for a day, then come back and vacumm the shit back out-o-your shag, and you should be good to go.

Boil wash any sheets. Repeatedly. Then stuff it all into big, thick hefty bags, tape them up airtight, quarantine 'em for however long flea eggs take to hatch, or better twice that. Any eggs that made it will eventually hatch, being locked into an airtight bag with no food the buggers won't procreate (or shouldn't, at least). Supposedly the way to get rid of cockroach eggs, but the principle should be the same.

WeAintFoundShit wrote:My bed is infested with fleas.

Your animals are going to be pissed that you brought fleas home.

RexAddict wrote:

WeAintFoundShit wrote:My bed is infested with fleas.

Your animals are going to be pissed that you brought fleas home.

+1!

When I was in college, I lived off campus in a house full of 7 mean lesbians, and a bunch of dogs, and fleas. I think the only thing that might have gotten rid of them(the fleas!) would have been a house fire. Man, they would just bite the shit out of you, and you'd get all frantic, feeling bugs on you even when they weren't there. I feel your pain.

One of the lesbians was named Bradley. She was well over 200 lbs, 6 feet tall, was comfortable using chainsaws, and had a deep voice, and absolutely no breasts. I was totally sure she was a man, until once when I came home, they were all naked around a fire in the back yard, doing some kind of Wiccan shit. Sure enough, vagina, shaved. I got the fuck out of there, and hung out with the fleas in the house.

My Little Pony wrote: One of the lesbians was named Bradley. She was well over 200 lbs, 6 feet tall, was comfortable using chainsaws, and had a deep voice, and absolutely no breasts. I was totally sure she was a man, until once when I came home, they were all naked around a fire in the back yard, doing some kind of Wiccan shit. Sure enough, vagina, shaved. I got the fuck out of there, and hung out with the fleas in the house.

Tranny? It happens more often than you think, when I first moved to Florida I played softball with an adult social league (its how i met my wife, as a matter of fact) and there was a lesbian couple, each of them were like your ladyfriend there, large mammals was the best way to describe them. One of them had a bad rotator cuff and aggravated it during a game, but she still went up to bat and one handed swung a ball out to the fence. They were very sweet women, but had many manly features (broad chins, thick necks, enormous hands) but they were women.

I (bug)bombed a house once. I think it was for fleas, also.

It was my parent's house. Got the parents, brother, sister, and pets out of the house, closed up all windows, popped the top off two cans of bug whoopass, and cleared out.

It was my job to go back into the house after the bombs did their deed. Go to a window, open it. Next room. Open window. Next room. Open window. Next room

FOR THE LOVE OF DELBERT MCCLINTOCK!

BIGGEST fucking spider I've ever seen laying on the floor of the bathroom. Maybe it was the residual fumes, perhaps the fact that I pissed myself... but I swear I saw a leg twitch.

After screaming like a little girl, I changed tactics. Run to a room, open the window, run back to the bathroom to make sure the leviathan hadn't reanimated and flanked me. Run to another room, open window, run back to check on the demon spawn. I scrawled a note describing the horror inside, placed it on the front door, drove away post haste.

Damnit, there's no reason for spiders. I can understand fish, their yummy. Bees poop honey and fly around with fancy pollen pants. Cats warm laps. Horses pull bad beer wagons.

Spiders what, catch flies? Hey, great fucking deal! I can get a fly strip for that! How about it nature, time to devolve the bastards already!

Anyway, bombing a house for fleas might produce greater benefits. Like making sure face-sucking spiders that hang directly above you while you sleep are gotten rid of also.

I just freaked myself out again.

To Zim, you'd be suprised how many spiders you swallow while sleeping, google it motherfucker!

No. I won't do it.

I'm going to wrap my head in cheesecloth when I go to bed. That's if I can ever manage to fall asleep again.

Zim, come on over my place anytime late summer when me and the boys go a huntin Black Widows--high season brings in 10-15 a day. Found one in my helmet one morning--found another in my boot, had an ass the size of a goddam nickel. I don't scream like a girl, but I damn nead menstruated on that one.

This will make you feel bettter, Bubba.