A wave of embarrassment and shock overtook the face of the ultra prissy Parisienne sitting just inches across from me when she discovered that she had picked up a hitchhiker who was now dining on her arm. It was no longer amusing, however, when she flung the flea in the direction of my bare ankles. There was no attempt to suffocate the little beast or sever him with a finger nail before doing so. What a bitch! No wonder she had fleas.