This week Michael asks us to write about a phobia. It could be real or made up, the decision is ours.
I don’t know about phobias, but I’m certainly getting paranoid.
Hubby and I like to keep our house and ourselves clean. We don’t mind getting dirty, but don’t like to stay dirty, and neither of us can abide a dirty home, especially bathrooms, loos and kitchens.
That’s all been turned on it head with recent events, though we thought we were getting on top of it.
The dog scratches, I pounce, raking through her fur checking for bugs, living or dead.
I see a black speck and pounce, prod it with my finger to see if it moves, then get out the magnifying glass.
The vet combed through where she’d been scratching placing a tissue underneath, then put it in the sink to wet it slightly.
When the black specks started to stream brown / red, it confirmed flea or mite poo, so I’ve got in extra kitchen roll, but need to get a new doggie comb, amongst other things.
Medicated and flea shampoos, check.
Spot on Stronghold purchased, first application done and five more months supply.
Household and fabric spray, check.
Flea foggers: check, twin pack, times three.
We see something out of the corner of our eye, and pounce.
Could be a fly, or bitey thing, but we’re taking no chances. Out with the spray killer.
We go out shopping and puff the carpets with permethrin or diatomaceous earth.
Washing is being done on a hot and long setting, pet bedding also washed on a hot wash separately. Up goes our electricity bill.
We hoover every day, right into the corners, moving the furniture out of the way.
One of us has an itch……. the other inspects, pokes and prods. OTC remedies for bites, stings, and insect repellant purchased and applied.
Financial count to date, including vet fees but not sofa alternative which is still to come, around £250.
My fear is of parasitic home invasion, aka “Itsnotherfaultphobia”, “Neveragainphobia” and “Whathavewedonetodeservethisphobia”.