We all scream for ice cream!!! Ok, it’s 92 degrees as I write this on Wednesday afternoon at 2:30. I’m sitting out in the McDonald’s parking lot, eating an ice cream cone. Things are desperate! As I told you, Tuesday I set off flea bombs in the basement and the bathroom out at the farm. I kept the house shut up tighter than a drum for six hours…three times what was recommended. I went in around 8:00pm and opened the windows and started the fans running to clear out the toxic waste cloud.

I intended to sleep in my tent up by the barn, but everything is infested with fleas and I couldn’t run the risk of contaminating my camping gear and then bringing it back to my camper. So, I slept in the back seat of my truck. Now, before you look at me as that poor street person, this is one swanky truck! It’s a full double crew cab and the back seats fold up leaving a large flat space that I spread out blankets and a sleeping pad. Comfy cozy!

I went across the road to check the mail and the neighbor was standing out there looking at his garden (which is gorgeous, by the way!) and I told him about the flea issue. He said he never had much luck with flea bombs and to get this stuff called Enforcer at the Rural King. I went downstairs yesterday morning with great hopes the fleas would be eight tiny toes up but instead they were all doing the Macarena down there! Holy cats!!! Ok…time for the big guns! I drove back into town and bought 3 GALLONS of this stuff, industrial gloves, a respirator, rubber boots and a Hazmat suit! Well, ok, it’s coveralls…but still. When I was heading back toward the farm, I passed the McDonald’s and this here little ice cream cone was calling my name…and who am I to deny it a chance in the sun??? Besides…I am a Superhero!!! You may call me….

“The Flea Slayer”…

…I hope!

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“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”

Romans 12:12 NIV