Posting pictures of Cheakamus Lake and Cameron cavorting on the beach might have to wait … we’ll see. Cameron’s asleep, assisted by bug-bite-itch fighting benadryl (nobody judge me please, it’s a quarter a normal dose and was just enough to calm down his frantic tossing and writhing). Which means I’m off to fight the black cloud that is hordes of fruit flies.
Okay, it’s not quite that bad.
But I have no clue where they’re coming from. So it’s time to make sure that all surfaces in the kitchen are wiped down, garbage in the whole house is out, pour baking soda and boiling water down the drain, toss anything they might be living in. YUCK.