It’s Tick Season!

One minute, my husband and I were having a perfectly
ordinary conversation in the kitchen. In the next moment, I was ripping off my
sweatshirt, my T-shirt, and what I had on under that. No, my husband’s words
were not seductive and it wasn’t a hot flash. Can you guess?

“Ack! Tick! On my back! Get it! Get it! Get it!”

With all the restrictions on socializing, my only recreation
has been taking my dogs for walks – and three
in the past week, I’ve suddenly felt the unmistakable sensation of something
crawling on my body where nothing ought to be crawling. The one that made me
rip off my clothes in the kitchen was the third

That creepy sensation

The first one woke me out of a dead sleep. I had fallen
asleep on the couch while watching a late-night movie, and woke up thrashing –
a tick was walking across my wrist! Somehow I came wide-awake immediately and
managed to precisely grab the insect – a big dog tick – between my fingers.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever
awakened me so quickly, zero to 60, as fast as that feeling.

The second one was while we were walking on a trail. I felt
what I thought was maybe a mosquito on my neck. But when a wave of my hand
didn’t stop the feeling of something tiny touching me, my fingers explored and
I felt the insect crawling along my hairline. I flung it away from me and
immediately regretted the action; it would live another day! Darn it! I could
have killed it!

The only solace I have regarding the current infestation,
typical for this season in this area, is that I haven’t (yet) discovered a tick
that had already embedded itself on my body somewhere. I have pulled a couple
off of Otto – who is a tick magnet
and just this morning, removed a teeny
deer tick, smaller than the head of a pin, from Woody’s eyelid, where it was
almost invisible among his eyelashes (he kept rubbing his eye, which made me
investigate further). But so far, my sensitivity to the crawling sensation has
kept me safe from a bite.

I’m struggling as I write this to keep myself from
investigating an imagined crawling
sensation every few minutes. I don’t have a tick on me now – at least, I am
pretty sure I don’t – but after every discovery of one of the creepy insects, I
suffer from lingering paranoia for days. Ugh, I despise them!

I have been flea-combing the dogs assiduously after our
walks, and yet, somehow, ticks are getting brought home and into the house –
and onto the sofa and onto me! This is making me wish for some sort of
pressurized airlock that the whole family (canine and human) has to pass
through in order to get into the house, something powerful enough to blow all
loose particles off of us and into a flame chamber. If you’re an engineer, you
can patent that puppy for free! Just send me a unit when it goes to market,
will you?

What do you do that works best for protecting your family
(canine and human) from ticks?

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