My new least favorite thing...

... fleas.  Yes, fleas.  The kind that Fido or Milo brings home.  We have them in our apartment.  "But you have no Fido and Milo is living in CA?" you may ask.  Yes.  We know.  Needless to say, we don't think we brought them in here.  

In case you didn't know, fleas are really, really, really hard to get rid of.  And they bite.  And the bites hurt and scratch!  And they seem to have a taste for N's blood, poor kid looks like he has the chicken pox!  So, we decided either the fleas had to go, or we had to go.  After two treatments from the exterminator, it became apparent that the fleas had no intention of leaving, so we're moving.  The management company is being really accommodating and moving us into a different apartment complex... one with a playground!  

So I now have a new question for God when I get to heaven. "Why the flea, Lord?  Why?"