Are you ready to laugh? Picture me balancing on top of my mattress, my head dodging the dangling light from the ceiling, steam cleaner in hand, pulling the trigger sending puffs of hot steam everywhere. The comforter, pillows and blankets are baking in my car. The smell of Lysol so strong I’m forced to open the windows and let in the Florida heat. Die bugs, die! So much for the pacifist in me. The cats were hiding they didn’t want another bath or more flea meds, the dog was drying on the lanai, and I was mopping, laundering, bleaching, and vacuuming everything in sight. The next day, I woke up with more…