I am thinking that since Cookie went over the Rainbow Bridge that I am the only old dog left on the premises, which may account for this undesirable attraction I have for the little arachnids. (Have I mentioned spider bites in the past?)
Sunday evening I had a burning sensation on my thigh. I examined the spot and decided that I had again been subject to a spider attack. Monday evening there was clearly a blister at the center of the wound. I squoze it.
Fast forward to Monday evening. I settled in the La Z Boy with a book. As I turned a page, I glanced at my left wrist for no particular reason and spotted a tick attempting to burrow into the skin. I grasped the critter, and though he was reluctant to let go, I managed to dislodge and dispatch the varmint.
Tuesday, lunchtime. We had been working in the yard, and a shower was in order before we ate. As I removed the breeches, I noted a very black spot on the red spot I mentioned above. It was a tick backing out, having apparently so deeply lodged within my hide that I did not know it was in there, and so I had hosted it for two days!
I am believing that I am healing now. Nature is wonderful, but not all nature's creatures are welcome here!
6 comments:
Maybe nature is telling you to stay indoors. It's nature's way of sorting out the riff-raff.
I HATE ticks! So glad you got rid of the ones attacking you~
Perhaps you could immobilize them with some tick tacks?
Or will it be the government charging you a tick tax?
Gotta think about that . . .
Jim, so nature sends the riff-raff indoors and proceeds with its plans without them?
Shelly, while I am a self-described "arachnophile," I admit ticks are not my favorite critters.
Chuck, "tick tacks" indeed. The "tick tax" is worrisome, though, because our state never heard of a tax they didn't like; so as soon as they hear of this. . .
Ewwww!
Grace, exactly!
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