I am in hell. Our complex has been infested with mosquitoes since winter, but in March I started getting different kinds of bites. Earlier this week, we found ticks the dog brought in.
We scheduled him for a nail trim, flea dip, his butt squeezed, and an application of flea/tick/mosquito treatment.
We rented a car for two days so we could take the dog to Petsmart and wash the blankets at the laundromat.
It wasn’t until we saw bed bugs yesterday that we realized we picked them up from a shady motel 6 in Tucson.
We spent so much money on bombs, cleaning supplies, flea/tick treatment for Duke, and laundry supplies. I may end up borrowing money from friends.
But that’s not it! We came home from our pesticide shopping, and the dog had peed ALL OVER THE COUCH. The cushions, the pillows, from one end to another.
We had to throw away all the pillows and wash all the cushion covers. I’m on the brink of a flare, so Maggie is doing all the laundry by herself-three hampers and six black garbage bags.
When she’s done, we’re going to take the animals for a ride while the apartment is bombed. I’m so fatigued and frustrated by the whole situation.
We’ve been doing okay financially since Maggie got a raise and this is going to take awhile to recover from. I’m also allergic to all these bites, so that’s making me sick, too.