June 25, 2002
So the Orkinman came out and sprayed the outside of the house. While fogging the crawlspace under the house, he found scorpions. We don't have bruiser scorpions, we have what are commonly referred to as wood scorpions.
Much like black widows, wood scorpion bites/stings usually hurt like a bitch and make you feel a little lousy, but they won't kill you. My neighbor got bit by one in bed. Believe you me, I now check my sheets every freakin' night since they told me that.
So anyway, Orkin guarantees their work and that's why I hired them. I figured if I was in any way unhappy, that I could call my man, and he'd be there for me.
Cowboy, the wonderkitty, is a bunnykiller with extreme prejudice. He likes to hunt and has killed birds and rodents of all types. He is also an eater of moths. Trust me, there's not much grosser than watching a cat choke down one of those big ass lightbulb beating monsters while it's still flapping in the cat's throat.
Well, because Cowboy's been such a terrific bunnykiller, when Mike told me he had a little blood on his paw, I figured it was because he'd been on the bad end of a bunnyfight. I was tired and had fallen asleep in the chair, so I didn't pay any attention to it beyond that. The next morning, Mike asked me to check on the bunnykiller's paw. He had a sizeable bloody spot on his paw -- nickel-size. I looked horrified and I dropped the cat in the cat carrier and hauled him to the vet.
The vet looked and she agreed that he'd probably been on the bad end of a bunnyfight. Then she took the cat out of the room and when she came back she had that "your cat's gonna die" look. I tried to ride out the panic. He got bit by something insectoid and poisonous and it was necrotizing tissue. (Necro = death)
Basically, $275 later, Russell's not getting his bunkbed til August and the cat will be fine. We gave him antibiotics and kept him crated up and when I took him in again yesterday, the vet called me in a couple hours to say his paw was already healing and the dead tissue to be regrown was pretty minimal.
Honestly, I don't think the cat's looked this clean in ages, now that he's been crated for a week. I think he's pretty happy, too, because he gets loves and scritches at least twice a day, after we've poured some of that $20 bottle of antibiotic down his throat.
And I called my other man -- the Orkinman and he comes tomorrow to spray again.
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