Okay guys, spring has sprung and flea and tick season is definitely here. Know how I know this? Because I was out pulling weeds Thursday morning and when I came in to use the restroom....
there was a tick on my belly!!! EUW!
See, I've always said that yard work is hazardous to my health.
Oh, and the first person who starts singing that stupid Brad Paisley song about picking ticks off me is kicked off the blog.
No blog for you! One year!
I hate ticks. Really, really hate them. I don't feel this way about all insects and creepy-crawlers. I think ladybugs are adorable, for example. I like my nine pet millipedes. I'm indifferent to spiders. I'm a former science teacher, so I could list all sorts of reasons why spiders are good for us . But I'm also a girly-girl so, while I appreciate the benefits of our little eight-legged friends, I still don't want arachnids in my house. If they come in my house I squish them. But if they're outside I leave the spiders alone. Especially the wolf spiders with their intricately designed webs.
But ticks? No way. Now I keep feeling like they're crawling all over my body. Ugh. I need another shower. Or a dose of Frontline Plus. Or both.