Last night, MrBug comes downstairs after his shower with a wee beastie on a piece of toilet paper. "Is that a tick?" he asks. It doesn't look like the ticks I'm used to seeing but, on an image search, it does resemble a blood-filled deer tick. I put the tick in a jar and tell MrBug to watch the red spot where the tiny arachnid was found. If it develops a rash, we'll take the jar with us to the doctor's office.
Later yesterday evening, I get a forwarded e-mail from an acquaintance in Florida about brown recluse spiders and how nasty their bites are. In the body of the e-mail are pictures of a person's thumb, growing progressively more disgusting, where a brown recluse has bitten them. In case you weren't aware, brown recluse spider bites cause extensive tissue damage. At the end is a lovely close-up shot of a brown recluse spider with a gleam in its eye that says "You're next!".
Today, ticks and brown recluse spiders have been dogging my heels. They're lurking in grocery bags, lying in wait in the shower, in the linen closet towels, in my purse, waiting to get me. I hate when people remind me of stuff like this. :(
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