Sebbylite

I’m currently house-sitting for my neighbor, who was in Japan and Thailand for the past month and a half. My house-sitting duties include: water plants, get mail, don’t set place on fire.

So far, I’ve been doing pretty good. I haven’t gotten his mail for the past week and a half because he hasn’t had any, and I haven’t been into his house for a while because I had already watered the plants. Anyway, I went in today to put what mail he had inside, and then to water his plants, when I realized that he should have written one more item onto the house-sitting rules and regulations: don’t let apartment fill with fleas.

I’m sorry, but did I say “fill with fleas”?

Yes I did. And I mean that as I walked from the door to the kitchen, probably 50 fleas jumped up onto my feet and legs, freaking me out to say the least. I’ve never seen a flea before, but my neighbors confirmed it (they were in the yard, frantically pulling their dogs away from me). Wow, now I feel bad. But honestly, what is better than getting home from a 6 week long vacation than having a house full of fleas?

You’ll have to excuse me now as I go douse my legs in lighter fluid and set them on fire…