I was out in the backyard a few weeks ago, attempting to cut grass with my get old, broken-down lawnmower.
My dog, a big, friendly golden retriever named Mochi, had stretched out under our oak tree, probably grateful that he didn’t have to lift a paw to help.
I recall having this itchy sensation, (I’m itching right now as I’m remembering it) almost like a tickle but not quite, on my ankle.
At first I thought it was a mosquito. But when I looked down, I saw something very very alarming – a black speck that seemed to have no intention of ever flying away.
Without even thinking about it, I slowly removed it from my skin. There it was, a lone star tick—unmistakable with its white spot.
I have always been someone who easily ignores almost all the discomforts that nature has to offer. Mosquito bites? Some lotion for the itch, and I’m good to go. Bee sting? Sure, it hurts, but nothing a bit of ice can’t improve. But ticks? When it comes to them, I can start screaming and crying at the same time. Not only that they’re completely DISGUSTING, they can introduce many health issues.