It's the only solution, it can't be avoided, the vegetable must be destroyed!

So, I went to the laundromat today. For four and a half hours. Did twenty loads of laundry (or thereabouts, I stopped counting at twenty), washed, dried and folded. It took two trips going and coming back, and we have not gotten everything out of the car yet. But I can say with some small certainty that every item of clothing that I own is clean and off the floor, as well as every blanket and every bit of bedding. It was a tremendous (and rather expensive!) undertaking, as we not only washed what we knew was dirty, but everything we could get our hot little hands on.

And what, you might ask, prompted us to such a herculean feat of laundering? Well, before I went to the laundromat today, I went to the veterinarian with my kittycat. She was very itchy this morning, and by the time we got back from our rescue drive, she was crying and grooming herself frantically. We thought she was having an allergic reaction, so we took her to the vet.

Nope. Victoria gots fleas.
Dammit.

She got a pill and a topical treatment, and just to compound her misery we got her yearly vaccinations done as well. She feels much better now. But the vet assures us that for every flea we see (three so far!) there are 99 we do not see. So steps must be taken. We can't use an anti-flea spray, because they are toxic to birdlings. So washing clothes and bedding and frequent vacuuming are the key. From the look of it, we caught the infestation early, because she is exceptionally allergic to flea bites. So if we act quickly and decisively, we should nip it in the bud before it causes us more problems. Hence the mega-laundry, and hence why I am staying home tomorrow to vacuum the entire house

The damnedest thing about it, though, is how itchy it makes me feel to know that there are fleas around. It's driving me crazy. That's another good reason to clean up as fast as we can, I suppose.