Ticks on a Log--and on Us

While sitting on a log taking a break after a hike, Adolfo and I noticed some small creatures climbing up our pants. “That’s a tick!” Adolfo warned triggering us to jump up and begin flicking them off. We inspected each other’s clothing as we jumped into the truck and headed back to camp. We found another two ticks on the way back.

Luckily, we are now alone in the campground, so we jumped out of the truck and began stripping off our clothes. It must have been quite a scene for the birds and other creatures watching us. We inspected every corner of each other’s clothing and skin to be sure we were not being sucked by the nasty little ticks. Adolfo found several more ticks on his clothing, but I didn’t find any more. (No, I'm not providing a photo for this entry)

Now, every little tickle or itch we feel is a moment of paranoia. Adolfo is on the Web finding out all there is to know about ticks, lyme disease, and such. He has even learned that some ticks are so small that they cannot be seen. “Great. That’s just great!” I say sarcastically.