Once upon a time I visited a central American nation on business that I'll not go into here. At any rate, we were quartered in the room of someone's home where they kept the dogs before we had the privilage of moving in. Even after amounts of foggy poison were applied that far surpassed the legal application in the USA, fleas persisted to bother us at night. In fact, it felt as if only the most hearty survived.
Most disappointing was the remedy: Female companionship. Apparently, whenever we had a female "visitor" only they would be attacked. Soon, the word spread among the female population not to visit us, for many reasons, but mainly to avoid the fleas.
We ended up drinking vast quantities of rum into the dark hours until we could not feel fleas, or anything else for that matter.
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