Tick #’s 64 & 65
This year we’ve had a bumper crop of ticks. And GB is a tick magnet!
Between the two of us, we’ve had 65 ticks. I know this because HE is keeping count. It’s a good thing he’s not grossed out by this…….like his mom. He just gets annoyed by the time it takes to get them out.
It’s those itty, bitty ones that are so ridiculously hard to get to.
I even broke down and had my husband sprinkle the yard with that insect dust. I held out for a long time because I was worried about the effect it would have on our nice backyard habitat. But I can’t handle the thought of all these #@*! r ticks! I got some organic bug spray to spray on GB before I know he’s going out…………… But I don’t always know when he’s decided to run out and putter around the yard.
Anyway, we’ve gotten a system for getting these guys out of the body. And we cheer embarrassingly when we get the whole thing out intact.
First, you must have an excellent pair of tweezers. My fingernails used to be good enough, but I no longer trust them. Once you’ve torn a tick to bits and some of it is still left in you, that ends the use of fingernails.
Next you must inspect the area and clean it up really well.
GB thinks this part is funny. Back at tick number five or six, I started laying a cotton ball drenched in alcohol on top of the tick, and GB said I was getting them drunk. So now we say we are getting them drunk. It’s a good way to make sure the area is clean, too. I also clean my tweezers with it.
Then you take the tweezers as close to the skin as possible and pull with a firm, steady pressure, until it comes out.
The two we retrieved today came out intact, even though they were the teeny, weeny kind. I guess we’re getting good.
I don’t like that!




























