Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.

I killed a flea this morning. I may have been a bit overzealous, because I accidentally killed the cat too.

La PucePuces, amis, amantes même,Qu’ils sont cruels ceux qui nous aiment!Tout notre sang coule pour eux.Les bien-aimés sont malheureux.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?