Hey, speaking of bugs... (tune out now if you can't stand them)
There's that moment at the restaurant when the person across from you smiles to display a big green broccoli tooth wedgy. Or the co-worker's snort of laughter which leaves a booger swaying from a nose hair. This morning as Faith got ready for her trip I noticed a terrifically huge eye booger. We're talking Saint Bernard sized eye gunk. I'm about ready to make an insightful comment when I notice that it has symmetry...and LEGS!
A day just isn't the same after you find a tick. Even if it was barely hanging on and hadn't set up bar yet. Every inch of skin and hair is on red alert, the slightest breeze sets off tick-going-for-my-juggler alarms. Faith will be in a finely tuned state today. I pity anyone sitting next to her on the plane as they'll surely think she's covered in cooties.
Just as well that I didn't discover Zeke's tick until after I dropped her off at the airport.
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Ugh, I hate ticks. That's one nice thing about Alaska... No ticks, and hardly any poisonous spiders (except for that stray brown recluse that bit me).
We don't have it too bad here, maybe one a month or so. Some friends took care of Zeke once and went down to Cape Cod. He came back covered in ticks! Gives me the willies just thinking about it.