This is not amazingly cheap (and needs to be done monthly) but it has resulted in pretty much a total flea wipeout for the last 3 or so years -
https://www.revolution4cats.com/default.aspx
So many fleas, Argh! The cat has been relegated to outdoors for 2 weeks, Bug bombed twice, sprayed all kinds of shit, washed everything, vacuum like mad-man...they still come. Fleas!
This is not amazingly cheap (and needs to be done monthly) but it has resulted in pretty much a total flea wipeout for the last 3 or so years -
https://www.revolution4cats.com/default.aspx
I had feline fleas in the house once as well. It was probably the most medieval and horrifying experience you can imagine - i had flea bites on my legs for weeks. Bug bombs with a shocking amount of chemicals everywhere hidden eventually did the trick. I mean literally toxic - i basically poisoned myself. I woke up feeling absolutely disconnected after a full application everywhere in the house including the bedroom to such a degree that i had to skip work. Late in the morning feeling like i was being dosed with radioactivity, i jumped in my car, drove around in a daze, and ended up sleeping under a underused rest stop tree for hours and without any hope that i wouldn't be robbed or stabbed while i was out, as i didn't care at all at that point. And later then took a hotel room for a week.
I had to do similar two summers ago. Found a place I could take my cats for a few days and bombed the house twice over a couple of days, powdered the carpets and vacuumed everywhere, and advantaged my cats at least once every two weeks. Truthfully the expensive stuff worked while the cheap flea drops did jack crap. But it eventually worked.
When I was younger and was living in Redford Township, just outside of Detroit, I had fleas. My wife had several cats and two dogs. I had enough body hair to be attractive to fleas. So at work, the Redford Farrel's on Five Mile, I would occasionally get a bite on my ankle or leg from the suckers.
Eventually I had a time when I got home. I'd get naked and sit in bed with a lamp. The lamp was a bare bulb in a socket. And I'd wait for a flea to show itself. Then I'd touch the flea with the hot bulb. I was smoking a lot of weed at the time. As well as drinking a lot of JD after work.
The touch of the bulb would instantly kill the flea. Then I would take a small piece of clear Scotch Tape and pick up the body of the dead flea. Then I would tape the dead flea to the table next to the bed. This would show the rest of the fleas that they shouldn't mess with me.
Ultimately the wife saw what was going on. She was not sanguine about the whole thing. Ir seems that sticking the bodies of your enemy to the bedside table is wrong for some reason.
That's when I found myself in a bathtub scrubbing myself with flea soap. It was kinda fun to see all of the fleas drowning as I submerged myself in the hot soapy water.
After that it was the dog's turns. And she and her mother did the cats.
That sort of ended badly for the mom. But the fleas went away. Or maybe it was because winter came around.
Anyway, fleas suck.
I'm lucky in that fleas don't bite me much. However, I've had good luck simply a) getting the flea medication and applying it to the pets and b) using a flea spray product on bedding, carpets, etc. The spray will kill a lot of the live fleas and their eggs and by the time the flea population gets big enough again the stuff on the pet should be doing its job.
The amazing memory of JOHN MANY JARS recalls a timely verse:
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
When the fleas flew
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these cheese trees freeze.
Freezy trees made
these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made
the three free fleas sneeze.
Fleas don't fly.
metaphor dude --- they were flying in the sense of fleeing
A flea and a fly in a flue,
Where trapped so what did they do?
Let us flee said the fly,
Let us fly said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
QED