Whitie the cat was on my bed, begging for attention, when I found this thing sticking out of his neck.
It seemed like a wart, but when I looked closer I discovered it was a TICK, probably a black-legged tick, the kind that carries Lyme disease, with his head in my cat and his bum up in the air.
Being an independent, self-sufficient person, I yelled for Wayne. We went to YouTube for an answer, and found recommendations to get the tick off using a little crow-bar type device called a Tick Twister. Wayne rushed out the door at 7:30 pm, and came back with the goods.
When he twisted out the tick, he found ANOTHER ONE. YUCK - YUCK - YUCK
Not very big - about a quarter of an inch - and that is when they have some creature's blood in them. They start off as big as the period at the end of this sentence.
They hitch a ride on migratory birds, and then drop off when they get to my yard.
They hang out on blades of long grass with their front legs waving, waiting for some hapless warm-blooded critter to amble by. Once they crawl up to a warm spot and latch on to the skin, it takes 24 hours to transmit lyme disease. Cats don't seem to be affected, but dogs have the same symptoms as people.
After their photo shoot, these two guys were put into a disposable cup, doused with dish soap and water, and died a quick death.
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