Your character moves into a new apartment. On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his/her first night there, your character discovers a terrible problem with the place that he/she didn't take into account...

The boxes were all inside, the moving truck was finally gone along with the sweaty movers, and were were finally alone in our first cozy home.

I let the cats out of their crates, and picked up the baby and did a little jig of happiness.  This place was perfect.  

It was a small house for the three of us, but it had a big kitchen and a beautiful backyard which led out to a public park with a small forest and a pond.  Big beautiful windows looked out at the yard which was in bloom with spring flowers.

I put the baby down in her swing in the middle of the kitchen an cranked the handle letting her go for a ride as my husband came in from the garage.

"Looks like it might rain out there.  Good thing we got it all in when we did," he said smailing at the baby and giving her swing a little extra push.

"I guess we need to tackle some of these boxes," I said looking at the boxes stacked up along every wall of the house.

"I'm going to set up the crib first, and then get some dinner," my sensible husband said as he moved toward the baby's room.

I settled in to unpacking boxes in between cranking the baby's swing all the while singing and talking to her.  Our cats had finished their inspection of the house and had come in to the kitchen to check out what was going on.  Outside the sky opened up and then rains hammered down, but we were safe, and warm, and dry inside.

"Hey," My husband caught my attention, "Have you gotten any bites in the last little bit?"

"Bites?"  I asked alarmed, "No, what are you talking about?"

"Look at my legs," he pointed to his calves, bare above his socks because he was wearing shorts.

I noticed his legs were covered with red bumps.  I looked down at my legs and saw that I too had red bumps which hadn't been itchy until I noticed them.  Now they were begging to be scratched.

My husband was scratching his legs, "I haven't seen any bugs, but there must be something.." he turned to look at our cats who were suddenly consumed with scratching, licking, and biting their fur.

"It's --" he started.

"Fleas!"  We both exclaimed. 

The previous owners had two dogs.  Both had always worn flea collars whenever we had seem them, but the house had been unoccupied for a week since they had moved out.  Obviously the fleas had multiplied and were very hungry.

I picked up the baby and noticed some pink bumps on her little legs and feet.  

"What do we do?" I cried staring down at my poor kitties and our legs.  "We can't stay here!"

My husband stopped scratching, and met my eyes, "Put the cats in their carriers.  Call the vet for an emergency flea dip.  I'll call an exterminator, and have them come out on an emergency call."  

He picked up the baby and grabbed his cell phone while I wrangled the very grumpy cats back into their carriers.

The pouring rain outside felt very welcome on our itchy skin as we rushed to the car to make our phone calls.