Yesterday, in addition to some terribawful stuff I still haven’t resolved, I discovered that Rocco has fleas. For the first time in his life, and the first time I’d had to deal with them in…a few decades, maybe? The vet’s office gave me a pill that works immediately and kills the fleas (but only stays in the pet’s system for 24 hours), but made him very anxious and super-scratchy for several hours as they died off. Then a topical solution that will last a month. Then a spray for rugs, bedding, etc. I sprayed, I vacuumed. I haven’t yet done laundry because…laundromat. And he’s been especially clingy since the pill, though no longer anxious. Here he is, next to me right now. It’s an ongoing process that I hope we’ll be done with soon. Fuck fleas. And terribawful news.