Shutting Down The Flea Circus

This past weekend, I stayed in hotel down on the coast. I’m not going to mention any names, but I seriously need to vent. The place was infested with fleas! They were all over the carpet and in the bed. I like to think that I have a pretty friendly attitude toward insects, but this was pretty much horrifying, especially given the cost of the room (it wasn’t cheap).

Naturally, I made a point of telling the manager that, here in Mornington, professional pest management plans aren’t that hard to obtain. Thinking back, I might have been a little bit rude about it, but I’d been up all night swiping away parasites, so what do you expect? Anyway, although he didn’t take too kindly to my tone, he did concede that there’s clearly a flea problem on the premises and gave me a refund.

Really, though, I should take a piece of my own advice. I’ve been putting off organising a termite inspection for a good couple of months now, and as it gets closer to Christmas and the house is increasingly filled with assorted in-laws, it seems less and less like something that can readily be prioritised. I know that acting fast is the best way to deal with termites, but what can I say?

Alright, fine. I’ll make sure it gets done tomorrow. I’m not going to be like these hoteliers, putting off pest control until someone loses their cool (fun fact: it’ll probably be me). If they can come out and do the thing this week, it won’t get in the way of anything. Termite inspections in Dandenong surely can’t be in such high demand that I can’t get an appointment within the week. I guess I’ll find out.

Tomorrow, though. Not today. Today I’m chilling out at the hot springs, since I’m not much good for anything else after last night’s flea fiasco. While I’m at it, I’m stocking up on the energy I need to deal with my sister-in-law’s pointed remarks about my punch-making prowess.