The Good Daughter.
also known as: my impending battle against creepy crawly things.

Off to visit the parents. Although this will not be purely a social call ... they need my help.

My mom is quite ill, still having residual issues from the botched ovarian removal surgery. They fear that her infection has returned, and this makes her pretty sick. She's fighting yet another trip in the hospital for IV antibiotics. But I digress.

They live out in the semi-country (have 1.5 acres, woods on three sides of them complete with deer, hawks, rabbits, etc.), and they are part of a terrible flea epidemic. Now, generally I loathe anything that is classified as a parasite (some men included), and will avoid these types of things at ALL costs. But mom and dad need my help. Actually, it's more like DAD needs my help (as mom is pretty well incapacitated). They've never told me "no" when I needed anything at all, so I suppose I can "take one for the team" and go on a creepy-crawly murdering spree.

So, it's off to the family's house I go. Dad and I are going on an anti-flea spree, including dusting the yard and spraying tons of chemicals. This page gives some pretty good instructions on how to get rid of the little bastards, just in case you need it.

Frustration (then I'll drop the subject): I had just about healed all of the bite-marks from my hike in the park the last time I was up there. F-ing Northeast Ohio. Now I remember why I left. Well, that and I much prefer to hike the wilds of Easton Town Center.

Side note: How the hell does one go from shopping the couture floor at Saks to talking about killing fleas the next? I am certainly one diverse woman, that's for sure ...