This bites!

Literally. So, Steve began the demolition of the downstairs bathroom earlier this week. He complained to me several times about getting flea bites, which I quickly dismissed as being mosquito bites. WRONG. He showed a few to me and I had to concede that they were indeed fleas and I was wrong. He decided to bomb the bathroom and we figured that would solve the problem. WRONG again: While brushing George today, I discovered fleas all over him. GROSS. I immediately felt them crawling over me, which they weren't, it was just my paranoia kicking in. We drove to Pet'smart to get flea shampoo and a flea collar. Not sure why his Frontline isn't working or where in the heck these fleas came from, but we'll be going to the vet this week if this doesn't go away! And, much to my dismay, Steve mentions having "flea bites" while out in public, making me feel downright dirty! Nothing like telling people that you have fleas!!! ugh.