I honestly didn't think it could get any better than a litter box full of cat poo, but it did.
We've got new tenants moving in this weekend and coming by to check it all out today. Now, mind you, these people are moving from AZ and are renting the house sight unseen - save for some pictures on the internet. We want their first impression to be great!
So, we went by last night to do a few last minute things, not the least of which was fill in holes in the walls and touch up the paint. (Nothing fist-sized, just your typical picture holes). So, when we got there, Hubby spent a few minutes alone in the house. When we first walked in the door, I thought I'd heard a noise. Since squatting is not unheard of these days, Hubby took the shovel inside and inspected the place before Mini and I went in.
Hubby headed downstairs to the finished basement, the only carpeted area of the house. Mini and I followed briefly and then went back upstairs. The supplies were brought upstairs to begin the patching and painting and I settled Mini in with his toys. About four pullings of nails/screws into the process, Hubby says..."What are all these little bugs one me?!?!" I immediately thought... Termites? Carpenter Ants?
I went over to take a look.... And his feet and ankles were C.O.V.E.R.E.D. with fleas. I've seen my share of fleas. I've been in houses with flea problems where you leave with, like, 20 bites. But this was an in-freaking-festation. I was covered and Mini was getting covered. We all ran outside and I stripped Mini down to his skivs to make sure they were all off of him. I had the creepy-crawlies for the next 45 minutes.
I really hope those Raid Bombs work. Otherwise, we might be on the hunt for new tenants.
I'm not kidding when I say those last people were just filthy.