The Return of the Nightmare

As many of you may know, I have had some interesting experiences in our basement here at my house in Lawrence. These "experiences"-- which I from here on out will refer to as NIGHTMARES-- have caused me to do such elegant things as cry, scream, vomit and/or all of the above.
So today when I go down to my basement to do some laundry and discover that my worst nightmare is back, I didn't even have the energy to cry, scream or vomit. I just said the F word. Repeatedly. And loudly. (Sorry mom.)

THE FLEAS HAVE RETURNED! F!

You might be thinking... "but haven't you had raw sewage back up in your basement numerous times? Isn't that worse?" And you would be right, about half of it. We've def had our share of shiznit in the basement. However, I would prefer that HANDS DOWN to flea infestation. Let me show you a little bit of the damage fleas can do...
Yucko! Unfortunately, this photo doesn't even begin to capture the terror that the fleas wrought on me last fall. My skin is crawling just thinking of it!

At least this year I know what is causing the skin abrasions and I can get the exterminator over here STAT. (I already called him. He is coming tomorrow.... grrr, guess that will have to do). Until then, I will just have to whip out the tube socks and rainboots and get my laundry finished the best I can. Shudder.