I'm gonna have to break one of the precepts soon. My cat has got fleas, and I sure aint gonna live with em. I've had them before,they stressed me out so much and now they are making a bloody comeback. My god I remember those bastards made my life hell. Suddenly hoovering became a very therapeutic task just knowing I was sucking up and killing those horrible parasites.
They keep desturbing my meditation and biting me all the time. What's most annoying is that its only me they bite.
I love my cat but my god I wish she didn't bring these horrible things into my house. I do try reframing from killing but sometimes things have gotta die and you have gotta kill em. Like if that thing is robbing you of your quality of life or its simply a you or them situation.
I wonder how a monk would deal with this.