Today is Flea D-Day. Today is the Rapture. I hope my fleas have all gotten right with their little God, because they're going to meet him today. Or maybe they think they're going to meet their 72 larvae or whatever. I don't care if fleas have larvae or pupae or maggots or any of the other disgusting stages insex go through on the way to becoming disgusting adults. Boy, do I hate nature. It's teeming with putrid crawly things that seem intent on getting into my house and making me itch. I'm sure glad we're well on the way to having nature cleared and paved over. Won't life be delightful then?