Yesterday, we celebrated the arrival of spring in the form of my first bluebird sighting.
Today,
we mark something a bit less auspicious.
While traipsing about in some of last year’s tall grasses just off Lake
Helena Drive picking up winter’s array of litter (mostly aluminum cans), the
fist wood tick of the season attached itself to my collection bag.
I’m
going to say this out loud: “Wood ticks suck.”
End
of blog.
The
Tick
—Mitchell
Hegman
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