While hiking somewhere in the Midwest- I picked up a couple of
ticks. Well, chicken in the bread pan picking out dough, these
ticks had LYME DISEASE.
Now, I’ve got to tell you that in Colorado you can’t catch Lyme
Disease any sooner than you can catch a weasel asleep. But having
just traveled to Booger Hollow, AR and back, getting Lyme Disease
was like lickin butter off a knife.
Like having a tick isn’t gross enough now the words:
Zoonotic, Vector Borne, Meningitis, And Encephalitis are part of my
every day vocabulary.
Yee Haw!
Well, I decided to make hay while the sun shines. I’ve got SOOO
many antibiotic prescription pill bottles ---that, well, guess
what? I’ve planted some caches.. a series… my tick series…
enjoy…
“I found it” – generally those are good words from a cacher, but
when referring to ticks on my leg, well, it made me madder than an
old wet hen.
These varmints were stuck to me like white on rice. I hollered
at Isis to aid me in my predicament and she hemmed and hawed on the
best approach. After much yammering, I says to her, “fish or cut
bait” and she removed the lil’ buggers for which I am eternally
grateful.
BE SURE TO GRAB THE CLUE FOR THE BONUS PUZZLE CACHE
