8 September 2003 was Die Fleas Die day. This was likely a mistake, but I called in to PetCo for a flea bath for Corvis when ommkarja returned to find that yes, indeed, her cat did have fleas. I still had not seen them, although vermonster claimed to encounter them the previous week. So, despite still holding the infested cat, the dog got bathed and I tried to bomb the apartment... but didn't really know what I was doing.
By 21 September, it was now clear that the fleas had not taken notice of my efforts. 22 September: Die Fleas Die 2, There will be no survivors. Corvis went back to PetCo, because he visibly still had them, and I walked through the apartment with a Flea Can O' Death to coat the places they might live (still a very sparse apartment). That held them off, but by 25 September, they were back and even more bold.
26 September became Die Fleas Die 3, I killed you too quickly the last time. I took the morning off work. Took everything in the house that was washable, stuck it in the car, along with the dog, and set off 2X the recommended Flea Bomb quantity. Sealed all the big openings (doors, etc). Corvis and I did the laundry, walked in Frick Park, finished the laundry, aired out the apartment, and that was that. Left him for the weekend, many of the windows still open (so I'm sure the temperature drop may have finished the strugglers off), parked my car so it too could freeze (and was washed down the Flea Can O' Death) and left. I see no evidence of fleas in the apartment or on the dog at this time, 3 days later. Keeping a watch, of course.
I don't really want to think about how much time and money I've spent on this process. Fleas Suck.