I am ticked off

Well, lately I have been ticked on actually.  This has been a rough year for the garden (have you noticed I haven’t written much about the garden?  We have one but it is pitiful) and for my trees and air conditioner but it has, apparently, been a great year for ticks.  I don’t know about you, but I hate ticks more than about everything (except roaches…I really hate roaches too).  They are disease carriers, they get into nooks and crannies and then burrow in, and they suck…really, I mean it.  They suck.

This sucker was crawling on my shirt. They move fast so I could never get him in focus! He no longer moves though…1 down…

I know I could buy a herd of guineas or dust my entire property and that of my neighbors with tick-icide but it appears that we are just going to have to live with our tick friends.  I wonder how many ticks live on my property alone?  Between my space and that of the folks who border me, I suppose there are several hundred acres of tick-haven.  I am not typically a cruel man, but I am sort of day-dreaming of baiting traps for ticks and then sharing a huge bonfire with friends as we toss the traps into the raging fire.  Gosh, I hate ticks!

Well, I guess there is no good way to get rid of the nasty creatures so we will just have to make the best of it.  Come to think of it, ticks may not be so bad at all if you follow Brad Paisley’s lead…

I don’t have a butterfly tattoo but…