Flea Holocaust, Day 5

I vacuumed. I did lots of laundry. I sprayed the hell out of everything (well, I hope everything) with pesticide. I applied flea killing stuff to Sam and Max. I vacuumed again. All of this while my apartment is about 200 degrees because my AC unit blew up. And while there are a lot fewer fleas around than there were on Thursday night, when the little bastards were running the place, I'm still finding some on the cats. And the cats, of course, continue to wander around everywhere, so I have to hope I got the pesticide everywhere too so it can kill any eggs that fall out of the cats' fur.

Yep, fleas suck.