Getting rid of pests

The morning had been busy, and Lucette’s forelegs were covered in dirt as she tended to one of the herbal gardens that her father left behind for her. It had been a busy day, combing through the plants as she pulled out weeds and trimmed away the dead parts of the plants. Keeping the garden pristine and harvesting what she could was important, after all! But as Lucette worked she couldn’t help but keep pausing to scratch at her forelegs. She had passed it off as the leaves of the plants simply being itchy and scratching past the fur, irritating the skin. The last thing she expected was to find what she found when she settled to sort some of the plants she had pulled aside.

Fleas, of all the damned parasites to discover! Lucette mentally cursed as she glared down at one of the little bastards climbing on her. If it was on her now that meant they were in the plants, so not only was she going to need to treat herself and rid herself of the vermin but she was going to have to treat the garden so that they could continue to claim the herbs from there. Ironically, Lucette had kept some of the mint she gathered from one of the other gardens in her bag when she had gone out today. She loved the scent of mint, and enjoyed the taste even more.

Only now, instead of a refreshing snack the herb was going to need to be changed into a treatment for the fleas… ugh… she’d need to make soap and take a bath to get rid of the bastards. Lucette gathered some additional herbs and trailed to a part of Ethne where the falls bled into the creek that would flow through their other territory. It was then, and only then, that she settled down with the plants before her. She had part of a skull and a stone for grinding as well. A sigh left her lips as she began to set the mint leaves in the skull piece. Well, the soap wasn’t going to make itself…

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