It rained. It's Thursday night and it's been raining since Monday afternoon. Granted, I've worked on family geneology stuff and actually may have created ammunition in the last few days. But really. Enough with the rain.
And I carried a passenger home from last Friday's hike. Didn't find it until Saturday night and I thought I got the head out. But now the side of my head I pulled the tick out of is tender and swollen clean down to my shoulder. I can feel a lymph node in my neck.
I hate ticks. I've been treated for Lyme disease twice and Rocky Mountain spotted fever once already. I really hate ticks.
But I'm glad we have a good walk-in medical clinic in town. Because that may be my next stop after my oil change on Monday.
I. Hate. Ticks.