Nobody seems to be bothered by these things except me. Harry and Doris don't get any bites. Even the dogs aren't scratching, but my feet and legs are covered with bites. I think they are from las pulgas, otherwise known as fleas. Of course the dogs are on flea preventive medication--but I'm not! And something about my skin seems to attract biting insects when nobody else is affected.
This morning I went to the pharmacia to get some anti-itch medication and it helps a bit. But of course we have to treat the cause. I think that it's the car. It seems whenever I get in the car I get fleabites. My theory is that the dogs picked up a flea or two on the trip down and they've just multiplied.
So this afternoon after we put Doris on the plane I went to the veterinarian to pick up some flea spray. The van has been sprayed within an inch of its life. I don't dare even open the doors until at least tomorrow afternoon. And I'm crossing my fingers that this will do the trick. If not, we will be treating the house itself, but I hope that won't be necessary.