Quarantine

I'm feeling sympatico with Typhoid Mary. She had her bugs and I have mine. We both suffer isolation because of our affliction. I can't remember, and don't feel like googling, how M.T. came to be afflicted, or who she could have blamed for her contact. I don't know how we came to be afflicted: the parasites had to come from someplace that had animals, I figure. Wasn't there a time in the not so distant past when all dogs and cats had fleas, and they never seemed to pose too much of a problem to humans then. Maybe because so many of today's cosseted pets are treated with anti-flea medications, that the fleas don't want to stay on or near the treated animals and so hop on and are transported to non-medicated and formerly flealess homes. Or else, the fleas have become resistant to the meds and now have the status of super fleas. I think our problem may be nearing a resolution, though, and not just because we are washing the floors every day and vacuuming three or four times a day. The anti-flea medications the vet sold us for our poor cat seems to have poisoned it and Maybe probably won't be a host for fleas much longer, if the history of our other cats holds true.