After the last flea is gone, you’ll sit on your couch and feel a phantom hop. Every speck of dust will make you jump. That’s normal. It’s called "flea PTSD," and it goes away after a few weeks of peace.
You’ll also develop a new appreciation for your vacuum cleaner. You might even pat it fondly as you pass. And the next time a friend mentions fleas, you’ll nod knowingly, maybe share this story, and hand them a cup of coffee. Because now, you’re part of the club—the club of survivors who won back their furniture one steamy, angry vacuum session at a time.
So go ahead, give your couch a high-five. You both earned it.
