Bugs of Summer

I just pulled the first tick of the summer off of the back of my neck. Luckily he hadn’t clamped on yet. He went down the drain with as much malice as I can muster towards something that small. I really should check the dog over since we were at the farm on Sunday and he spent 10 minutes rolling around in the weeds.

My oldest comes home from camp tomorrow after a 2 week stay. She has already written us to say that her legs are covered in bug bites. For some reason they always think her and I taste delicious while my wife and stepdaughter remain relatively bite-free. Maybe our pale, Irish skin has something to do with it? Perhaps they see all the freckles and think they’ll have company?