Still being bugged

The Advantage, although spendy, worked a treat and the cats are so much happier!  We will load them into the RV and do a second bombing to get the eggs this weekend.  In the meantime, though, I was sleeping quite contentedly when a flea hopped into my ear.  Truth!  Swear to God.  The little bastard twitched and kicked and tap-danced on my tympanic membrane, well beyond reach of the most vigorously applied q-tip.  Finally, driven mad with distraction, I vaguely remembered a topical cure for swimmer's ear that involved the application of alcohol, so I poured a few drops of rum into my ear.   Noise and movement ceased.  I held my head tipped to the side for several minutes to make sure the critter was well and truly drowned.  I did NOT want it waking up with a nasty hangover.  When I tilted the other way and let the rum run out, I didn't find any tiny corpse, but I wasn't wearing my glasses. Still, no more ruckus, and really, that was all I wanted.  What happens to stuff trapped in the ear canal?

Today has been one of those refreshing mid-summer rainy days.  It smells so clean and green and wholesome outside.  And it's still warm enough to sit out under shelter with a cup of hot tea.  It's good to be alive.

When my Aussie friends post photos in December and January of the summer they are enjoying, I just relish it.  So, now that I have summer and you don't shall I return the favor?