11-18-2013, 09:53 AM
...how the pom got in my tevas, I'll never know. 
There is a dark side to the Cruz. There are a lot of parasites. I remember having issues with this a quarter century ago. Not only are there the homeless and the egocentric hippie kids, there are the fleas. I am at war with fleas. The pom and the cat bring them in despite regular doses of frontline and advantage. My veg family doesn't attract them like me. They don't have all that tasty fish oil and rich shellfish bottom feeder sludge (like biscuits and gravy of the sea) coursing through their veins. Cruz fleas are highly evolved. They can penetrate the thickest sun-tanned and sea-toughened surfer skin, straight through the wetsuit even. They can cope with the wickedly illicit bloodstreams of Cruzians, dropping a bolus of non-coagulant that expands to 10 times their mass, like PPFY dropping a post-hulkburger bomb at Lynch manor, leaving an itchy scar the size of a fava bean that lasts for weeks. And they target the soft and tenders. You know what I mean. Embarrassing places to scratch. Man, I wish I could be that toxic to my enemies.
The neighborhood cats have been bullying my poor tamed feral, who thinks she's a street cat, but was really adopted by us at such a young age that she only retains the attitude, but not the street fighting skillz. They have intimidated her into staying in the bungalow at night, so she's taken to pooping in the shower, which is just the loveliest thing to wake up to as I groggily prep for HWY17. She has ruined two of our throw carpets now (cat pee is so freaking persistent).
There is a dark side to the Cruz. There are a lot of parasites. I remember having issues with this a quarter century ago. Not only are there the homeless and the egocentric hippie kids, there are the fleas. I am at war with fleas. The pom and the cat bring them in despite regular doses of frontline and advantage. My veg family doesn't attract them like me. They don't have all that tasty fish oil and rich shellfish bottom feeder sludge (like biscuits and gravy of the sea) coursing through their veins. Cruz fleas are highly evolved. They can penetrate the thickest sun-tanned and sea-toughened surfer skin, straight through the wetsuit even. They can cope with the wickedly illicit bloodstreams of Cruzians, dropping a bolus of non-coagulant that expands to 10 times their mass, like PPFY dropping a post-hulkburger bomb at Lynch manor, leaving an itchy scar the size of a fava bean that lasts for weeks. And they target the soft and tenders. You know what I mean. Embarrassing places to scratch. Man, I wish I could be that toxic to my enemies.
The neighborhood cats have been bullying my poor tamed feral, who thinks she's a street cat, but was really adopted by us at such a young age that she only retains the attitude, but not the street fighting skillz. They have intimidated her into staying in the bungalow at night, so she's taken to pooping in the shower, which is just the loveliest thing to wake up to as I groggily prep for HWY17. She has ruined two of our throw carpets now (cat pee is so freaking persistent).
Shadow boxing the apocalypse