tick talk
Lately every time we take the dogs for a walk into the woods we come back with like seven ticks between us. And they're not just between us neither, they're crawling all over us and occasionally biting. At least, they're biting me and the dogs; Leah and Asley seem to have escaped getting bitten so far. Let me tell you, those ticks are terrible little things: it doesn't hurt at all when they're biting you, but when you go to pull em out it's a different story! I don't know how Rascal bears it with such equanimity. Luckily, it's getting cold again: tonight it's supposed to get down to 25 degrees or so, the forecasters tell us. I have long argued that the principal purpose of winter is to keep the bug population down, so we'll see if it can do the job here. Maybe it'll do something about our plague of stinkbugs, too.