This will have to be short…
Monday I got a call from Don. There is no doubt in my mind Don is a millionaire. Don is a regular client of mine and asked if I could stop by his farm house and take a look at some windows that needed “tweeking.” After I got the key from him, I grabbed number one son and away we went.
The first thing I noticed when we walked into the kitchen was the smell of dogs. Then I remembered the last time I worked there, there were two or three ankle biters running around outside.
Ankle Biter: Small dogs that don’t stop barking.
I changed the furnace filter, grabbed a busted storm window sash, made some mental notes and headed home.
We were no more than two or three minutes down the road, when number one son said something about a small bug on his coat. He grabbed a piece of duct tape and caught it before it got away. Minute later, he got another one, then a third. Son has this thing about spiders anyway, so I wasn’t paying too much attention….He did something with his phone and announced those small bugs were in fact fleas.
While I had been switching out the furnace filter and a window pane, he had been on his hands and knees checking out the carpets.
When we got back to town, I texted Don and suggested the first thing he needed to do was call the Bug Man and fumigate the house. His house had fleas.
Ten seconds later my phone rang. It was Don. There was a momentary pause on the other end of the phone…then Don said to me..”That explains it. I had several bits on my legs this morning when I woke up.” (Don had spent quite a while at that farm-house earlier in the day assessing the situation.)
I suggested there was a very good chance he had hauled some of those fleas home with him..and they were “probably” in his bed.
More silence on the other end of the phone..
“Do you think I should tell my wife?”
That’s your call, I said, but would definitely change the bedding.”
Being the ever thoughtful person I am, I sent him the following picture:
Flea under electron microscope
Image compliments of google.
Never did hear from Don.
Makes me wonder if his wife knows….
PS In case you were wondering where things are at, my biopsy has been rescheduled for 1 PM December 28th.
Merry Christmas to me. 🙂