We've got fleas.

Ugh.

Only half jokingly, remind me not to get any more animals.

In case you thought that maybe there was some quirky story to go along with my title. . . No, just we've got fleas courtesy of our newest household member.

At least, i'm guessing that is the reason I have 10+ bites on my upper thighs today. Bill found a flea on Mal and had some bites on his ankles the day (day after?) we brought Mal home. He had had flea medicine that day and we went and got him a flea collar. But, honestly, I thought that would be it.

I was wrong. They are still existing in...my bed? or my clothing bottoms? I dunno but uh I already had to wash a whole drawer (drawers are part of bed frame) of previously clean clothes after Mal peed in there. Now I'm thinking I need to wash up everything on/under our bed and set off a bug bomb? Anyone?