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so as you probably expect, the next few days were dedicated to scrubbing. both the house and Chelsie. we washed all the pillows. toys. beds. floors. whatever thats washable. including Chelsie. we sent him to the groomers for a wash. and a cut so that they can see the tics more clearly and pluck them off.

man those are some undrownable sticky frigging tics.

now he's better already, though lack of a lot of fur. and now whenever I spot a tic-lookalike, I attack it with a vengeance. as long as they have a body and insect like, they DIE.

I wonder how Buddhists survive during a tic infestation. don't kill the tics! but they'll bite. your body or theirs? you decide. maybe they do kill tics. when there's no choice. or maybe they pray after killing. like how Avatar thanks the animals for providing the food after killing them. meaningful but quite useless since the animals cant even hear them anymore right. maybe their spirits will. *giggle*