Jennie looked at the little insect that her itching had embedded under her fingernail. Odd, it looked like a flea but there weren't any pets or any reason that fleas would suddenly be infesting the beachhouse. She walked over to her handy-dandy microscope and took a closer look at the insect.
"Hey, Amy, come over here and look at this!" Jennie called, gesturing with one hand.
Amy staggered over to the microscope. "I don't see anything, itsh all black!" she complained.
"Well, it's a flea, but not like any flea I've ever seen before," Jennie replied with a sigh, "and given that the Woofpack just left..."
"Oh, I see...no wait, I don't see, it's all black," Amy replied confusedly, taking another sip of her drink.
"Don't worry about it, Amy," Jennie answered in a resigned tone. Then she raised her voice to full scare-a-crowd-at-a-football-game volume. "HEY! WE GOT A PROBLEM! SOMEBODY GET SOME FLEA POWDER AND LITOVEUTERINE, PLEASE!"
A faint, puzzled voice came from another room. "Flea powder and litoveuterine? Is this another symptom of whatever made her orange?" But the speaker found the flea powder on a shelf and made her way over to Jennie just to see what she was up to. Someone else appeared with some of the litoveuterine stash that the Natpack had taken time to acquire just in case after Nat's little...uh...accident.
"What are they for?" Amy inquired rather unsteadily.
"Vampire fleas," Jennie replied quickly as she carefully mixed the two and tested them out on the hapless beast that had been caught by her fingernail. The critter didn't last thirty seconds. "OK, now to de-flea the entire house!" she crowed.