Tick and I don’t mean Tock. Coldest spring on record and we’re under attack from ticks. Last night at dinner felt a little itch around waist and sure as shit, plucked a tick from my tidy white waistband. Stabbed it right on the dinner table. Real appetizing. Kids
Another busy day today of digging out trenches, weeding and mulching on the farm. Wore a hat most of the day. 70 degrees, sunny and windy as shit.
Grabbed a beer and a burrito. Laid down for bed and sure as shit another tick- this time on my head. DISGUSTING. Came right out with a pull but nasty, nasty.
Doesn’t seem to be too fat from having sucked my blood for who knows how long. I am hoping the little bugger wasn’t there for days and does not carry Lyme’s Disease. No spots on the bastard that I can tell.
Just nasty. Hmm, going to ask the vet
is we can use flea and tick medicine on humans! The Deet sure as shit isn’t working.
May 6, 2013