I’m confessing. I hate ticks. Now I know that most all people dislike ticks, but I hate them. I hate them to the point that when I find one, I simply can’t stop feeling ticks crawling on me for hours. I will check myself in mirrors, in window reflections and I have been known to run in to where Hubby is watching the TV, pull up my shirt and ask, “Is that a tick”? While breaking out in a sweat.
I know, I know. This is borderline obsessive compulsive isn’t it? The only defense that I have is my irrational fear of one of those awful things chomping down on my skin and finding a big fat one stuck in my hair!
Oh the inhumanity!!!
As soon as the first tick appeared, I sent out warning e-mails to dog owners. Quick get out the tick liquid for your pets! Then the itching started. I can’t stand it. I try to keep my mind on other things and about the time that this actually starts to work, another frigging tick will appear and the madness starts all over again.
I was doing well today until I went over to read some of GoofyGirl where she had pictures of ticks and then I read Zoot’s posts, and she had written about ticks! This got the itching going again.
That’s when I realized that I really have a problem. It’s one thing to feel itchy when you see a tick on your animal (could there be more?), but to flip out when you read about a tick that is a thousand miles away, well that is just down right nuts!
I’m just not sure what to do. Do I try to get rid of this craziness or do I just accept that summers will be spent feeling those tiny bug feet crawling on my body?
Do they make that tick liquid that goes on the back of the neck for people?