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JAK Rabbitry

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OMG OMG OMG OMG
I jsut went to my frind's house to pick up a stove. She hasn't lived in her house for like a month because it's being sheriff sold in a few days and she's giving me allthe stuff she can't take to her mother's house.

She was living with no water and electricity for a while,and then a pipe burst in her house. I felt so bad for her. Someone totally screwed her over when it came time for her to collect unemployment and she took it to court and they somehow ruled in favor of some dorkwad.

Anyways she couldn't take all her animals over her mum's house so her 2 cats and 7 rabbits have been staying at her old house and she goes over to care for them.

I went into her basement....and the cats are down there...and there was moldy poo all over the place...and no light because the electric is shut off. So I stepped in some squishy stuff and I had no idea what it was. And then I walked out of the basement and outside and then I noticed the freckles on my arms were moving. Then my freckles were biting me. OMG I HAVE FLEAS!!!!

theres nothing I hate more than parasites. OMG I just flipped the hay OUT. They were all over me! If anyone's seen pictures of me you'd know I have hair down past my arse. And my head was crawling. And there were tiny brown bitign dots ALL OVER my clothes! And my legs and arms@ My skin was crawling! I just freaked out right there and I started screaming for Erron and he's like '' what? What's going on?''

and I was like '' Erron i'm covered in fleas, my scalp itches so bad and my skin hurts and I CANNOT STAY HERE'' so he looked down at himself and he being a guy with legs like a freakin' sasquatch, noticed his own legs were crawling also and he was like '' GYEAAHH!!'' and he stripped his shoes and socks off and we left without hte stove so he could take me home.

I heard Dawn dish soap is a good flea bath for small animals (like rabbits) so I ran into the house, grabbed a huge bottle of that, and hopped in the shower. After grabbing a razor and removing all the hair off myself from the neck down (my legs get so furry when all I have to look pretty for is 8 horses) and I lat hered up with dish soap and scrubbed my hair and my hair and my head and my arms. Then I washed it out and I scrubbed againw ith my usual shampoo and conditioner and got one of those fishnetty scrubby ball things and put soap on it and scrubbed my skin so hard it now feels like I have sunburn.

A half hour later I felt clean enough to get out of the shower. Meanwhiel ERron had left to go get the stove.

And I smell like a sink full of fine china. Lemon Jesse.

I don't know if I'm still covered or if its' just my mind, but my skin still feels like its crawling and like i'm being bitten but I can't find a single flea on me. If I do that would mean that the dawn stuff didn't work out for me.

So I need some suggestions on how to keep fleas off a Jesse.

I am just scared out of my mind absolutely flipping out. FLEAS!?!? ON ME!?!?! Oh no uh uh. This is like, one of my worst nightmares, you have no idea.


I was in the shower once and found a tick on my, right on like, my bikini line. And I didn't know what it was and I just pulled it off and I was like '' ????" and I dropped it int he frain and then it hit me and I was like '' AAAHHHH!!!!''' But I would have flipped out fo much worst if I'd have realized what it was before I ripped it off.

This is me fighting off the fleas with my soap. Note my traumatized look.
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OMG gross!!!!

I have no clue about fleas honestly... I would seriously reconsider taking anything from there home though as you don't know what else it could be infected with. I got shivers just reading this. Ugh. I have an urge to go shower now. LOL.
 
The stove was int he kitchen, it was the basement that's the problem. And she bleached it on the porch right in front of me. I wasn't too worried about it. But hte washer and dryer she was goign to give us are in the basement...which was why we were down there....
 
OMG that is sooooooo gross!!! I would have been freaking out too, thank goodness we don't have fleas up here. I just feel bad for those poor animals having to live in that condition.

~Diana
 
thanks i am freaking itching now,lol. it is one thing to get 1 flea off of you but when you get a bunch EEEEEEWWWWWWWW ITCHY. personally i wouldnt take a thing from the house with an infestation like that.
 
Most definitely gross...!

But I guess now I can't share my story with you of me, amountain of garbage bags, collection night, and

.... the maggots ....


 
Here's a poem for ya JAKS...dedicated to your fleas:


Fleas

Fleas fleas, they'se in me hair,
Fleas fleas, they'se everywhere!
In me socks and in me shirt
In me undies and up me skirt.

They'se in me pants when I puts 'em on,
They'se in me clothes from dusk till dawn.
I eats me lunch and looks in me bowl
And there's the buggers, chowing down on a roll.

I goes to the store to buy me some food
And the fleas go wit' me, acting quite rude.
They whistle and stomp at humans unaware
Then pretends it 'twas me when I'm given a glare.

I takes long hot showers to rid me of them,
But they waits for me patiently, on the toilet seat rim.
So I fumigates, powders, and does tons of dustin'
But all that happens 'tis I cough -- it's really disgustin'.

I tries to ignore them by playin' me drums
But they just jumps up and wiggles their bums
In time to the music, for they'se smart, you know
They once shared roomies with that piano man, Joel.

So I calls in the Terminator, he'll know just what to do.
T2 over bug, 'tain't fair, but hey...after all I been through??
So he tackles the beggars, and I hears *pow!* *swat!* *smack!*
Then he staggers from the house saying, "I...WON'T...BE...BACK!"

And now I sits here, all downhearted and sad
So thick wit' fleas that I'se well beyond mad.
Oh what can I say? What else is there left?
These guys seem determined to keeps me bereft.

But...YO!...what's that sound? That thunk at the door?
Why, it's me ex-hubby Barry, the lout I abhore.
He comes in uninvited, more drunk than a skunk
An' sits hisself down wit' a great sloppy kerplunk.

He glances me way and is quiet for a bit,
Then he says, "Wot's wrong wit' you, you silly ol' twit?
Where's me beer? Where's me dinner? Where's me remote?
An' where in the 'ell is me favorite housecoat?"

I smiles to meself, now realizin' the charm
That me new friends have as they spot Barry's arm.
An' quick as a flash they's lured to his skin
The great smelly heap of 'im, from his toes to his chin.

With a twitch, then two, then a fervent good scratch,
'Tis like Barry has taken up a great sparring match.
Only 'is opponent ain't there, at least, not beeing seen
Just Barry hisself, like a great jumpin' bean.

I laughs as he leaps from one foot to the other,
His hands wildly flingin' from one limb to another.
I opens the door as Barry flees from me home
An' I shouts as he leaves, "Good riddance, ye gnome!"

So tonight I sits here wit' me new best of friends,
Exterminators themselves, at least wit' the mens
That I no longer needs, or wants anymore.
It's just them an' me...these fleas I adore.

An' now that I see the advantage they could be
I'm thinkin' of openin' a flea shop, run just by me
I'll sell 'em in droves, and make tons of moneys
Cuz these little buggars breed faster than bunnies!

:p





 

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