Sigh. I hate it when I’m right.
This apartment has fleas.
How do I know that’s what they are? Years ago, when I was living in my apartment with Kari, I dogsat Dolly – once. She had them, and they decided to take up residence in my room. We ended up having to basically bomb my room for a week (done over PAX, while I was staying with everyone else at E’s), and it cost the life of one vacuum cleaner which no matter how many times we tried to clean the flea powder out of it, always retained the stench of it.
Guess I’m calling my landlord tomorrow. This has GOT to be resolved before I bring Meret over in two weeks.
SO not cool.