Ectoparasites!
Night fell, and so I left Frank
to go to my cheap motel. I called my lovely trophy-wife on the
phone, and we chatted as I took off my nasty, muddy boots.
What's
that on my ankle--oh, a little tick. (Squeesh goes the tick!). Off
come the socks. What's this on my feet? A bunch of little seeds?
Hey wait, they're moving. They're, they're, they're all ticks!!!!
I told Beth I had to call her back, and I spent the next 45 minutes
cleaning ticks off my feet and legs.
I had a personal record--37 ticks, many of which were attached!
Whoo hoo!
Unfortunately, and I did not know this at the time, I had
run into a dense population of chiggers, too. For the next seven
days, I had a constant itching and burning on my ankles and
belt line as about 55 chiggers chewed into me. Such fun.
