Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Tick, How I Hate Thee

For the first time in years I pulled a tick off me last night. Ugh. there I was, lying in bed reading ("The Surgeon's Mate", no, it's not some Mills & Boon, honest) and scratching. And inspecting what I'd scratched. It was only when one of the bits of dead skin waved back at me that I sat up and took notice. Quickly.

A sodding little nymph, or whatever they are called. It couldn't have been properly attached. So, that was me wide awake, and it was off to Madame Guillotine.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

Now, what is a wonder, is did little Sydney hide himself on me for a couple of days, or did he fall off my kit when I got round to unpacking it on Monday. I'm watching for the rash.


Pablo said...

Ahh..so you was a-naturalising with Stephen Maturin was you...

I pulled off a deer tick a day or so after a recent excursion. "Only the Dear" (oops) knows where it was hiding. Have to watch for any nasty symptoms.

I've added your blog to my blogroll by the way.

Best wishes,

Pablo's Woodlife

AktoMan said...

Thanks for that, Pablo.

I have looked at some of the woodcrafts blogs, and am always impressed by Man's ingenuity.