Poor Rudy. Parasites are a constant presence for those of us with us fur, and it’s impossible to be completely free of them. What’s more, they’re a constant Greek chorus in our lives, endlessly commenting on our actions. It’s a good thing that few individuals take them seriously, as their advice is generally so far off-base as to be in another area code.
Non-furred species like reptiles and amphibians aren’t beset by them, and mammals with little fur are similarly protected. That includes elephants, rhinos, hippos...and humans. Granted, I only have a small sample group of one with Francis, but he does seem to lack a parasite colony. Of course, that’s also due to the excellent hygiene practiced by his mother Danielle.
For the rest of us, we do our best with regular flea dips. In Rudy’s case, his situation reached a tipping point when his parasites actually treated him as a legal residence to be bought and sold (and foreclosed upon). Their latest act of presumption was in hiring moths to devour his wardrobe and them to order clothing using their own atrocious taste.
Rudy ultimately foiled them again...for now. Personally, I think Fiona needs to be more proactive in encouraging Rudy to take better care of himself. As women, that tends to be our job.