One Christmas long ago, I happened upon a beautiful kitty dookie in the liter box; a wonderful little cat turd wrapped like a barber-pole with a glistening piece of tinsel. My roommate and I placed a hook in the decorative feces and hung it neatly on the Christmas tree. (There are no excuses for being young and stupid.) To our delight, Willie – my tinsel eating cat, produced several more “natural” ornaments for our tree that year. The tree was beautiful but pungent.
Rachel relentlessly begs me to blog on the latest revival of fleas as she clings to my pant leg. Ms. Awesome Receptionist is claiming that we’ve received more calls about flea problems this week than we had in the six months prior. Cat hair collects on her scrubs like a Wet Swifter as I drag her through the clinic reminding her along the way that I will not use the blog to sell product.
Next day; she’s laying in my parking space in silent protest.
Scientist had a “my bad” moment a year or so ago when they discovered the fossil of what they thought was a giant flea that fed on dinosaurs. The “oh wow can you believe this” turned out to be just a big ol’ prehistoric bug that had no parasitic intentions. The unearthing of the one-inch long pest does however open our eyes to a very stark reality. Insects, in general, have survived numerous extinction events on the planet and you can bet that long after humanity perishes, creepy crawlers will still inhabit the Earth. So don’t assume a couple of months of cool weather will do what comets crashing into the planet, or climate change couldn’t do; especially here in the jungles of South Carolina.
A change in temperature is no reason to get a little slack with your heartworm and flea preventatives. Get it out, get it on them or in them…and do it on time.