Well, as noted in the last blog, parasites are big on our minds at the Wolf homestead. Unfortunately the bed bug we found was not a cool, rogue loner after all. That bed bug had a family, man. He was two days to bed bug retirement. Now much like Muriel and her clan, the others came out for revenge. Good news is they’ve apparently stopped biting me. Bad news is they started biting Dawn.

So we have to toss over the bedroom in preparation for some professional exterminator action later this week. I try to look at the positive side, in that we’re motivated to finally go through the closet and various bins and dressers and get rid of a lot of old clothes and other forgotten odds and ends that might have been nostalgic ten years ago but have not anytime recently been sparking joy.

On the downside, Dawn has been losing more sleep than usual as bites and paranoia about bites have been keeping her up at nights, so please forgive if this week’s comic isn’t as polished as it could be. At times she seems more zombie than woman, with the exception that a zombie in the Zombie Ranch world doesn’t worry about bed bugs or fleas or mites or or any other such pests. At least not that we’ve shown or discussed so far — and thankfully the mammalian exception means there wouldn’t really be zom-fleas, fun as that might be to say.