De-flea-ing

So yeah. Let's talk for a minute about bugs.

Namely fleas.

I think I may be in love with Ed at Whitworth Pest Solutions because he has, definitively (I'm banking on definitively), finally rid my house of those wretched little beasts. As Zoey napped, I swept my floors and counted seven--SEVEN, PEOPLE--dead fleas in my dust pan. One of them still writhing in near-death misery. If I hadn't been so grossed out and on my way to grab my mop bucket full of scalding hot water, I would have paused to whisper "that's what you get for moving in to my house, buster".

And then there's the fruit flies.

That's right. On my way back through the kitchen to empty the scalding hot, now dirty mop water, I detected a buzzing flock of movement on the counter near the fruit bowl. Further inspection revealed a herd of fruit flies trying to do away with the (still gigantic) pile of tomatoes left over from my mother-in-law last weekend. Okay, so "stew remaining tomatoes and freeze for future spaghetti sauce" wasn't on the to-do list for the day, but in no time I had a bubbling pot of tomatoes, onions and garlic on the stove. And more soap and hot water applied to the counter tops.

I believe that should do it for bug infestations for the year. Or the rest of my life. RIGHT, GOD?