Folks,

Dux:

Fleas? Fleas! In the archives? But you solemnly promised to make Olga bathe in sheep dip every night. That explains the reddening whelps then...I thought it was the mosquitoes. Now that you mention it, I did not see any wings on those little walnut sized bastids that were clinging to my trembling legs.

Nasty bloodsuckaz! I just checked my damn blood pressure and I'm a full quart low. Pretty soon I'll not only require a transfusion after I return from down there but one before I go as well. Something must be done. Here is a powerful hand-pumped spray-gun, a gallon of pseudo DDT and a genuine 'Faulty' brand gas mask...do your duty sir, England is watching.