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todays blog is somewhat more grotesque than the others. And no it has nothing to do with Paris Hilton or Britney Spears - I'm talking about .... Fleas . Driving me mad and I have no idea what to do about it anymore.
I have started taking my flea hatred to disturbing new extremes. Animal lovers might be horrifed at this little confession but I just need to get this off my chest. Its my dirty little secret and I'm ashamed to admit - I torture fleas f0r fun. Having run out of creative flea control solutions I have started my own sick little torture chamber for the little buggars...
Meet Noodle.. th
e apple of my eye. I have another sausage dog -Mojo.I decided that I needed to vent some frustration; and being of the opinion that fleas actually don't have feelings anyway - my torture chamber seems justified.
Ok.. deep breath here follows the gruesome murder scene - cue violins.....
I have a little jar in which I spray flea pesticide inside it until the inside is coated with a thick layer of gooey goodness - I then grab a puppy and manually pick off a flea, drop the fleas inside and watch. I get some kind of sick thrill from watching them drown in the spray slowly. The slower the better.
Does this make me evil or odd?
