The war against ticks rages on. Last night I vacuumed the ever-living shit out of the house. All the carpets, the couch cushions, under the cushions, under the dog bed, the baseboards and windowsill by the dog bed, the tracks in the sliding glass door.... Today hubby took on round 2 by spraying the ever-living shit out of our furniture and the dog bed. We'll wait a few days for the chemicals to dissipate, then we'll give the cats their tick treatment.

After hubby waged his battle, he gleefully told me he found a dead tick. Belly-up with feet in the air. Woo hoo!