Fleas

Zeki has taken to scratching himself uncontrollably through the night so this morning I examined him for fleas. I found and killed 10 fleas in less than 10 minutes! This is not something I’ve seen since we lived in Brisbane more than 6 years ago. Damn you earthquakes! I was happy in Christchurch before you. I’ve promised Ben I won’t beg to move again unless the volcanoes erupt so here we are and here we’ll stay.

Last night I made pasta with a tomato-basil source. Daniel always has his pasta plain with nothing on it but last night I mixed the sauce in with the pasta and presented it to him. There were shouts of protest and tears and a determination to eat none of it. Then I told him that if he ate it, it might make his poo turn red. He ate it all up with gusto. The things that motivate them…