Yesterday My husband and I went out to look at some multi family investment properties. The properties are located over in the next county and I had arraigned to meet the listing agent there as it was easier than going to her office for the keys.
The second property we saw was a Victorian House with a really neat small 2 BR cottage with a one car garage out back. It was vacant. We looked through the rooms and then left the listing agent in the house while we went out back. When we returned inside I noticed a flea on my leg and said I think you've got fleas here. We all ran outside where we started brushing off our legs like mad. The listing agents pants were literally covered with the tiny beasties. We were brushing and slapping away as the little boy from the downstairs apartment came out to ride his bike. He just sat there and stared at the group of us idiots. I finally went over and explained that there were fleas in the back house and he was greatly relieved. I think he thought we had all lost it.
We finally got them all off (I hope!) and went on to tour the other apartments. All day today I have still felt imaginary fleas on my legs. I itch every time I think about it.
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