Mr. Smitty has a flea!
Today I discovered the first-ever flealike critter on Mister Smit. T.T.’s right ear (outside, not on the inside). I say “flealike” because I don’t remember the last time I saw a flea…
No. I’m lying: I remember dog fleas on Koa. They were huge, puffed-up, distended (a word I mostly associate with hemorrhoids). When his owners were away, I had to pick them off of him and squish them with my nails. Gross! (But like all gross things, once you get used to it, you become immune to the grossness – you become an insider to it, an initiate to its gross mysteries.) Mr. Smitty is the opposite of gross.
“ANY-way…”
Mr. Smitty’s lone flea was a slender black speck of a thing – I thought it was a speck until, in trying to comb it out of his hair, I saw that it was moving!
Should I get Mr. Smitty a collar?
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