victor, sprite and the fleas

Well, I have several happy things to report. finally.

First, I seem to have conquered the fleas. KNOCK ON WOOD. I have had no new bites in over a week, I have seen no new fleas, (or old ones for that matter) I had a scary moment two days ago, when a little red itchy bump appeared under my watch... it went away though, wasn't a flea bite. Thank the Lord, cause I was going to kill something really soon. (the fruit flies are dwindling too...)

Secondly, I think it's safe to say that Victor and Sprite have bonded. They have been together for 48 hrs now, and whenever I check on them, they are cuddling... or at least not eating each other. Victor is still miffed that she won't groom him, but he grooms her a bit, and mostly they sit, nose to nose, waiting to see who will give in first. The only problem is that Victor used to be free-range and have the run of the apt all day. I don't trust Sprite, and therefore, I have been containing them to the bedroom. I think Victor is a little sad to give up his living room. And I fear Sprite is capable of jumping the pen, and is just biding her time.... which means she would end up in the living room (bad) and Victor would be stuck in the bedroom watching her (worse)

Sprite's only annoying habit (so far) is she seems to take great pleasure in leaping onto the bed at 3am, and landing full speed on my head. UMPH. This is not a pleasant experience. By the time I am concious enough to swat at her, she's across the bed, leaping off, gleefully, laughing at me. Evil little snot. I have gotten this lovely greeting 4 nights in a row now.... ug. I was going to leave Sprite locked up during the day until I had shorter work days, but the first day, after a night together, when I got home, Victor ran over to her cage and looked at me, like "come on! let her out!" I did, of course. The next morning, before I left, I locked her up. She started chewing on the cage, and Victor ran over and was sticking his nose in the cage like he was trying to get to her, or free her.... so I felt a bit like scum... I let her out, barracaded the room and told her if she destroyed anything, I would kill her. Fortunately, when I returned home 14 hrs later, everything was in order, except the lamp on my nightstand was tilted over... pretty good.

I miss Cookie, and Sprite won't ever compare, but she's a sweetie in her own way, and I sure hope she will take care of Victor in his old age the way he took care of Cookie in hers.

one down, 50 million to go

Uno finally went to his own home this week. He was supposed to go home with my petsitter, but she stopped returning my phone calls. I finally put Uno back on the site, and a wonderful woman named Tiffany adopted him. He plays in her bedroom most of the day, and seems to be adjusting to her schedule.

So, I thought fruit flies suck. Just try FLEAS! Oh My God. I am going to kill something. I itch. EVERYWHERE. I have treated the animals and sprayed the carpets, and vaccummed, and washed and well, I still itch. EVERYWHERE. The worst part is, I got them from my vet. Yep. My vet. I guess it takes a couple of weeks to kill them all. I am so going to kill myself if the itching doesn't stop. holy crap. I itch. It's starting to make me nausous. And of course the fruit flies are still around. Not too bad, as the spray for the fleas also kills them, but they hover about, attacking me periodically, just to remind me that they are there. It's one am, and I can't sleep, because I itch, and I am convinced that I have things crawling all over me. I think I am going to scream.

Momma bunny is still kicking. She has bad days and good. Today was good. She ate, and played, and such. Daddy bunny doesn't like how much food she's getting, when he's not...

I brought home a bunny for Victor. It's been just shy of a year since Cookie left us, and well, I figured he needs a companion. I am not sure he agrees with me. Sprite, who I admit, looks a lot like Cookie, seems to really like Victor. Victor, well, sometimes he cuddles with her, sometimes he attacks her, sometimes, he runs in fear of her. He's a little conflicted.



One of the bunnies at the shelter gave birth in June. Her babies are getting big and feisty now. One ripped a huge gash in my wrist. It hurts. Given, I was flipping said baby upside down to see if it was a boy or a girl, or still undecided. Baby took offense. I am proud, I didn't drop kicking, mauling baby. I held on, and got even more cuts on my chest, and belly. But baby was safe and well, still an undeclaired sex.

i itch. the cuts hurt. Uno may be gone, but I still have 10 bunnies. I miss Cookie. I miss my life before these 50 million bunnies. Before abcesses and fleas and fighting. I swear, there are creapy crawlies crawling on me!!!!! I went on a date. But, with 50 million bunnies, I can never invite another human into this space. I am embarassed. And I itch. If someone ever sees me with out clothes, well I am a scary sight. I have gained weight, and am covered in flea bites. You know, fleas can transmit the bulbonic plauge. If I die, tell them to check for that...

I really have to sleep now. I am thinking of camping on the porch. Less bugs. How sad is that?