The week-end was a whilwind, guests in town, cooking and taking pictures for the cookbook, a hot giveaway and ten million nematodes in my backyard. First the cool stuff, then the disgusting stuff.
Cool: Okay people! A giveaway of Hidden in Paris is in progress on Bookin' with Bingo, as well as a fun interview. Thank you so much Karen! When I checked this morning there were about 130 entries but you can enter more than once, so this might be achance to win a free copy of the book (the paper version, none of that e-stuff no siree..)
Uncool: We have a bad flea problem--YES, STILL!--, which means that I have a flea problem because those raskals love me as much as they love the dog, or even more. I am bitten to death. As I type this I have both feet on my desk and belive me when I say it's not a very comfortable writing position. I resorted to moving about the house parkour style, by hopping from one piece of furniture to another.
We are trying to solve this crisis without poison. We, here, means my husband who ignores my pleas for DDT or setting the house on fire and instead ordered 10 MILLION nematodes online.
Nematodes, as I have learned, are beneficial (we hope) larvas that kill fleas in the garden by... wait for it, this is exciting: entering the fleas' butt hole and proliferating once inside.
I was on pins and needles awaiting what I imagined to be a dumptruck, or at least a huge bag filled with crawling white larvas the size of twikies. Instead the ten million little fellows came inside a tiny envelope and in the form of a dog biscuit. Even after they were diluted in water they looked like nothing at all.
This was quite the anticlimatic nematode experience.
The next few days will tell us if the nematodes make a dent.
If the flea nematodes do not help we're going to need marriage counseling. Or else I'm tempted to buy ten million husband nematodes and watch what happens next.