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?