We've had a really bad flea problem in our house lately, especially since our dog ran away for some strange reason (which is a whole other horrible thing, too). We did all kinds of things to get rid of them- we tried the powders that you put on your floor and vacuum up, we tried all kinds of sprays, and we tried setting out a bowl of water with dishsoap with a light shining on it (which did work, by the way, but apparently not well enough). Anyways, none of these things seemed to help that much. The problem was especially bad for my cat, though. We tried all kinds of sprays and medicines for her, too, but they didn't seem to work at all. For the most part I thought she was okay, though. I thought a few fleas might bother her a little, but I never expected them to cause her any harm. I couldn't have been more wrong. For the past few days shes been hiding in weird places that she never usually went to. I knew she was acting strange, but again, I didn't really think anything of it. Last night I called her in my room to eat her food. She tried to take a few steps and then she collapsed. Thats when I realized how severe her problem really was. I laid her down on my bed and spent the whole night brushing the fleas out of her fur, holding her, and trying to get her to eat or drink some milk to regain her strength. She took an occasional bite, and would meow from time to time, but for the most part she just laid there completely still, drifting in and out of sleep. She was able to last the whole night, but, unfortunately this morning she died in my arms. We buried her out in the back yard. I miss her so much. Ive had her for a few years and I loved her like she was my baby. She wasn't an old cat, and if it wasn't for those fucking fleas she could probably lived at least another five years at least. This, coupled, with the recent running away of my dog, has really left me feeling miserable.

As for my art, I have a few things that I need to scan, but I really don't feel like uploading them right now.