Temazo Tuesday (Tarde)

Forgot Temazo Tuesday again. My B. Normally I wouldn't worry about it, just chalk it up to being busy...but this week I have a really great song, so I'm going to post it anyway. Pretend it's Tuesday.

But first, good news! The fleas are gone!!! Well, they seem to be...I don't want to jinx it. However, I haven't seen a trace of one in a week, ever since I used the best product ever, Silpatox. After mopping the floor three times (once with lavender-scented soap, once with poison-scented poison, and once with anti-flea pesticide) and washing all of my sheets, rugs, mats, and clothes about 18 times, I was still seeing fleas. (A few notes: 1. Mopping the floor three times creates monster blisters and an aching back...and a new-found respect for all people in the cleaning industry...props 2. Seeing a flea land on your sock after mopping the floor with poison is probably the worst feeling in the world...hopes = dashed cruelly.)

So after a month of living with the little bastards, I did what I should have done at the beginning and went to the vet's office up the block (which is probably where the cat picked them up in the first place) and asked if they had anything to kill fleas that persisted even after the original host was gone. The girl took a few steps back from me (it's not like the fleas were ON me at that very moment, sheesh), handed me a can of something and said press this button and leave the house for 2 hours. Which I did.

When I came back from a lovely, mosquito-filled stint in the park (for some reason, bugs seek me out) and entered my apartment, I was holding my breath partly because of the massive cloud of poison that filled the place and partly because I was waiting to see a cursed flea. After airing the house, I still hadn't seen one, and my hopes began to climb, slowly and cautiously.

It's now a week later, and I still have not seen a flea. However, I am still partially holding my breath...it's so hard to believe that they're just all gone. I pounce on every little speck of black that I see on my socks, my sheets, my feet, the floor, the futon, heart in my throat. But so far, it's always lint...or dirt...or food--I've sworn off mopping, can you tell? But no fleas! I venture a tentative "Yay?"

Anywho, back to the matter at hand. Today's temazo is an amazing song by the band Electric Six, called "Danger! High Voltage!" The video leaves me speechless every time I watch it...it's that great. With flashing jock straps and a moose, how can you go wrong? Don't ask questions, just watch it and enjoy. And thank me when you're done.