Do you know what time of year it is? “Every fall, I become a neurotic whack-job that has a semi-awkward co-dependency with my vacuum. I deep clean my house like I’ve just watched a marathon of hoarders and my mother is coming over to inspect how well I’ve done.
This obsessive compulsive behaviour stems from a very real, very large disdain for fleas. Over the years, to save my sanity, I have created a very effective routine for ensuring that they don’t infest my home (or my animals).”