This isn’t a new horror story for you my dear readers, but, well, WOODTICKS!
I found one crawling up my bathroom wall this morning.
Last week, when I was in the doctor’s office, I reached up to find one on my head.
The blossoms are blossoming, the grass is getting green, the trees are budding and the little bastards are marching out in full force.
And because all I seem to do lately is pick them off of my pant legs and off my husband’s pants legs, and off my dogs and, apparently, off my walls, I had to write about all the horrifying and encounters I’ve had with them in this week’s column.
Coming Home: Wood ticks the price for wild paradise
by Jessie Veeder
Upon publishing, it was brought to my attention that I shouldn’t take such pests lightly as they carry diseases and some people have been affected by said diseases in terrible ways. My heart goes out to anyone who has suffered from lymes disease or any other debilitating symptoms that ticks and mosquitos can cause. I know this is a possibility and we work to prevent these encounters as much as possible out here at the ranch. Please, use bug spray, always check you and your kids, know the proper way to remove them should they become embedded, and protect your pets with the appropriate medication.
I don’t want anyone getting sick. I just want all the ticks in the world to die because as far as I can tell in my abundant research, they don’t do anything any good.
But if you can’t beat the scary and creepy things in life, I find it’s ok to laugh in its face…so that’s my tactic. Laughing at the things I can’t control and then flushing the little bastards down the toilet…
Peace, love and springtime woes,