May 05, 2004
Helpful Hillbilly Hints
With the onset of warmer weather, my favorite season has finally arrived. No, not Spring, you sappy romantic. Tick season!
So far I've picked one off Hoocher's nose and three from Breezy's head. They were all still relatively small. Like this:
But if you ignore them for a few days, they can look like this:
Let me tell you, when they get big and fat like that, they're a lot easier to find in thick dog fur. Plus, when you stomp on an engorged tick, it explodes like a ketchup packet. Only with dark purple ketchup.
Our local veternarian sent me a postcard reminding me to stock up on Frontline. What? And ruin all my fun?
Next Wednesday: How to salvage the most out of two-day-old roadkill.
Posted by Cathy at May 5, 2004 09:27 PMYou really have turned into a "country girl." Most girls with your suburban upbringing would never have come close to a tick, much less photograph two!
Posted by: Aunt S at May 6, 2004 08:30 AMNot exactly a good advertisement for your generous babysitting service!
Can I recommend a guinea or two--we haven't seen ticks for 2 years now!
A lit cigarette judiciously applied makes the nasty critters retract their heads, lessening the chance of subsidiary problems.
Posted by: aelfheld at May 6, 2004 04:11 PMI did hear chickens are great tick control!
Posted by: Cathy at May 6, 2004 09:48 PMAelfheld...you smoke? Or did you learn that trick from someone else? Somehow, I didn't picture you as a smoker.
Heh - Are you ever curious how we all picture you? What image do you think Frank J. or Misha or Steve H. have in their heads when they see your name in the comments?
Posted by: Cathy at May 6, 2004 11:47 PMI smoke a pipe. My dad smoked cigarettes - I learned that trick from him.
Posted by: aelfheld at May 7, 2004 10:48 AM