4 June '04:
As I lay half-conscious in that semi-dreamy state just before waking, watching the blurry mouthings of Katie and Matt from my aquatic bower, a quick nip and itch emanating from my abdominal region drew my gaze mid-belly to my navel. And there, perched insouciantly on the crest of my umbilical scar was a flea - plaguer, pest, pulga, blood tyrant, wee beastie and general irritant. I left him momentarily to enjoy his last succulent sip of heme, then lazily plucked him from my waking flesh and deftly squished his bowels out twixt opposing thumbnails - his pauper's burial amongst the wooly fibers of my Berber 'til the inescapable suction of my Royal whisks him from his carpety limbo to a final resting place amongst the other insectoid exoskeletons, skin flakes and motes.
Needless to say....I fogged...
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