Bugging me

Sometimes kids...sometimes other people's kids...sometimes your own kids just bug you. We have been fighting not kids, or at least not lately, but bugs. We have a take over of some kinds of grass flea. They swarm you when you go outside. They bite. They won't die. They won't leave you alone. We spent Saturday, spraying around the house. We set off a fog spray thing in my potting shed. What still happens on Monday afternoon? FLEAS!!!! Ough!!! After you knock off 20 from your legs you feel buggy for hours. I hate that feeling.