Flea-ing from the wife
I shot some rabbits the other day and put them in the boot of my car. When I got home, I saw they were infested with fleas. I wouldn’t mind, but I used my wife’s little runabout and she will not be happy.
Ed says: Been there, done that. My old van, which would have made any health and safety inspector look twice, did have one or two rabbits thrown into it during the time I abused it. I remember one day driving somewhere with the lad that worked with me at the time. We pulled up at a farm and, on turning the ignition off, I could hear this faint but consistent tapping on tin. Confused as to what it was, we both tried to find the noise. After a few seconds, it was apparent the noise was what can only be described as a healthy population of fleas dancing on the rubbish that littered the van. Not a pleasant sight, but amusing in its own way. Being the feral person I once was, I didn’t do anything about them. They didn’t bite me, so I never felt it was a problem. They soon dispersed, but perhaps a pest controller would be your best bet. I’m sure there are many lotions and potions you could put in the car, or if you really want to push your luck, suggest she wears an anti-flea collar.