When I'm king, ticks are banished

Along with poison ivy.

Stupid deer ticks. I'm way too big and not fleet of feet enough to ever be mistaken for a deer, but this weekend, I was on the menu.

I went to a farm to visit some friends and spent a bit too much time drinking beer and trying to scare their fainting goat enough for him to actually faint. But I guess I'm just not scary enough.

Driving home I feel the tell-tale speck behind one of my knees and pull off an itsy bitsy deer tick. Six or seven, some in places where I really don't want to look and I'm a seething glob of itch.

Next time, insect repellent first, beer next.

 

My platform to be elected president is to rid the world of dust.

Ticks are good, too, though.

I bet the goat gave them to you.

 

I tried to take my kid camping this weekend.. We were run off by the ticks.
I pulled more than a dozen off me in less than an hour.
I went to break the tent down and there were prolly 20 crawling on the rainfly.

I pulled a bunch off my kid. When we got home that even and stripped down for a shower one came out of shorts.

 

I can't wait for your campaign stop in some place luke Lubbock, Odessa or Amarillo.

 

Just don't get 'em confused! Tho Schlitz could serve as both.

 

Ticks don't bother me much. They kind of come with the territory when hiking/camping in certain places.
The worst I've encountered was Itasca.