{"id":358,"date":"2003-05-06T22:34:55","date_gmt":"2003-05-07T03:34:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/2003\/05\/06\/the-ticks\/"},"modified":"2024-07-15T09:22:36","modified_gmt":"2024-07-15T14:22:36","slug":"the-ticks","status":"publish","type":"earl","link":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/earl\/the-ticks\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tick(s)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So on Sunday, having spent a couple of weeks in &#8220;storm watch&#8221; mode either at home or at work, I was determined to have a lovely day during my weekly visit to the in-laws&#8217; farm. I spent some time outside giving apples and carrots to the horses, petting the dogs, and just generally acting like a little kid and running around with the animals. Then my favorite dog &#8211; the one I&#8217;d take home with me if I could &#8211; came up and rubbed me and then I did something really, really stupid.<br \/>\nI laid back on a pile of crusher dust and small gravel that&#8217;s normally kept around to fill holes, etc., with the dog curled up next to me, and promptly fell asleep for about 45 minutes. During high noon.<br \/>\nSo for one thing, I woke up with my head and face really sunburned. Now normally, I try to get myself baked a little bit a few times each spring\/summer to bake a big, nasty spot of skin disease on my forehead into submission for that part of the year. It really does help. But I overdid it this time. I was an Earl pie in God&#8217;s easy-bake oven, and boy did I come out red.<br \/>\nBut that&#8217;s not the worst of it. As I gradually realized today while dealing with a few persistent itchy spots, I picked up probably 15-20 TICKS. Now, I don&#8217;t get freaked out by most multi-legged critters. Let me add ticks to the list of multi-legged critters that DO freak me out. Normally I don&#8217;t bebrudge any animal its natural behavior, but these little SOBs were getting nice and fat off <em>my<\/em> blood. Took about a half hour to find and remove them all tonight, and I took a scalding hot bath to fry ye olde nerve endings and then dried off and put healthy helpings of cortisone on the affected areas.<br \/>\nI just wanted to make it clear, lest there be any confusion, that I freaking <em>hate<\/em> ticks. I love hanging out with the horses and dogs and the other animals, and heck, if I&#8217;d just gotten toasted out in the sun and nothing worse than that, it would&#8217;ve been worth it. But thanks to the TICKS, I&#8217;ll think twice before ever communing with nature like that again.  \ud83d\ude15<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So on Sunday, having spent a couple of weeks in &#8220;storm watch&#8221; mode either at home or at work, I was determined to have a lovely day during my weekly visit to the in-laws&#8217; farm. I spent some time outside giving apples and carrots to the horses, petting the dogs, and just generally acting like a little kid and running around with the animals. Then my favorite dog &#8211; the one I&#8217;d take home with me if I could &#8211; came up and rubbed me and then I did something really, really stupid. I laid back on a pile of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"scribblings-cats":[],"scribblings-tags":[],"class_list":["post-358","earl","type-earl","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/earl\/358","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/earl"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/earl"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=358"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/earl\/358\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7339,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/earl\/358\/revisions\/7339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"scribblings-cats","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/scribblings-cats?post=358"},{"taxonomy":"scribblings-tags","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/scribblings-tags?post=358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}