A confession: This summer, fleas infested my apartment in Tallahassee. They began feeding on my wife and me soon after we moved from Chicago, producing red candy buttons on our ankles and shins. Encouraged by the stories of friends and loved ones, we decided the tiny bloodsuckers could be controlled, vanquished, eventually eradicated. Now, after something like ten treatments, and after months of us going around in knee-high white socks, the cracked wooden floorboards appear uninhabited. Perhaps a few are lying dormant for summer weather? We will have to wait and see. My wife has begun to miss them.
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