I just had to pull another engorged deer tick off Elijah, the third one this season. Oh, the horror. Now I am all itchy and snuffly, the result of my cat allergy that only kicks in with too much close contact. Plus I did a horrible job with the plucking, and there are parasite remnants in my cat, and I feel guilty for torturing him, and guilty for doing a lousy job at the torturing to boot.
I also feel all creepy crawly, like I am personally crawling with ticks. It is, of course, entirely possible. We took a walk on the deer paths before dinner, looping back to a requisite stop at the catnip knoll, where Elijah lolls and we pull garlic mustard. I could just as easily have ticks as him.
It is definitely time for an application of those neck pesticides. I am none too fond of the stuff. I always forget I've put it on the beast, and pet him, thus contaminating myself with the chemical stench. Can't get the stink off, he's been hanging round for days...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
Fabulous. Now I'm all itchy and creeped out. You know how I feel about ticks.
Ugh. I hate ticks more than I hate all other bugs, which is a lot.
Worst Tick Story Ever: One summer while I was in college, my girlfriend and I went hiking, and discovered after we finished that the trail was a high tick warning area. Naturally, we spent a good 20 minutes searching ourselves for ticks and pulling more than a few off of us before they dug in.
Two weeks later, we were about to engage in typical fun romantic relationship activities in my apartment, when I noticed she had a new mole on her hip. I pointed it out, and upon further examination, it was a tick that had been lying in wait in my apartment the whole time and took that opportunity to finally strike. Needless to say, it was a serious mood-killer. Cold showers got nothin' on ticks.
I kind of got used to them back when I worked on Cape Cod because they were so rampant out there. The first time one crawled across the inside of my windshield as I drove home from work, I just about landed in the ditch. After a few weeks I was collecting them in film canisters by the hundreds (just so they wouldn't crawl back on me).
All of a sudden I am nostalgic for film canisters. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my digital, but remember when cameras used film?
I hate ticks too, and i have some serious tick bites from too much time in the woods--mad creepiness is right, and extra showers. I'm not sure they even help. AK!
Yuck, yuck! I hate them, too. Now I'm squirming...
Tick collar? Still smells bad, but only locally. We used to put them on our dogs in VA. Lots of ticks there!
By far, ticks make my skin crawl the most. I got a tick back when I used to camp au naturale. Needless to say, I keep my clothes on now when camping. While trying to get that tick off, I did manage to gouge a huge chunk out of my skin. I don't do well with ticks, not well at all.
Post a Comment