No family with dogs is problem free. For awhile we took our dogs to the community "dog run" until we realized that it was flea infested. Then we dropped a Petco nuke that pretty much killed every flea within a ten mile radius and we have been flea free ever since. But now we have a new problem, a problem that I have no experience with nor do I care to have experience with: ticks.
Yeah. Disgusting.
So we have found a couple on the dogs- three total and they were each so gross I couldn't even handle looking at them, let alone take them off- I let Jon do that.
(the story is about to take an even more unfortunate turn)
I was at work. and I was chatting with my friend Courtney on AIM and working on a couple of things and I very casually, in fact I don't even recall having an itch, touched my left shoulder. And there was a little something there, I could feel, I figured it was probably lint or something. I brushed at it to get it off and it was then I realized that whatever this thing was it was stuck to my skin. and holy fucking shit its a TICK. and I am wildlife.
FREAKING OUT I grabbed at it and I threw it off. Onto the floor of my cubicle. and for some reason I sort of forgot about it for a second, assuming it was dead. But was it dead? No, it was not dead, I see it scrunched in the carpet, alive, wiggling its 6 trillion legs. ewwwww. So I dig the ball of my foot into it and the mother fucker just wont die. I do the unthinkable. I get a kleenex and I actually.grab.at.the.bug.and.squish.it. YUUUCCCKKKK I have the creepy crawlies just thinking about it. I threw it in my trash can and allowed myself to move on with a job well done. Traumatized, but moved on.
But was it dead? No, it was not dead, I see it making its way to the top of the tissue, the only thing in the tiny trash can, with a sort of can do conviction that I'd like to see in more humans to be frank. But what am I going to do now? Pull it out? Squish it again? No fucking way. so I put more tissue on it. and pushed the trashcan a little further away.
I can tell you with 100% certainty that that bug was not dead at that point. I glimpsed in and saw it, but when I came back from lunch it was gone. Vanished back to hell from whence it came.
I think the moral of the story is:
1. Don't go in my cubicle.
2. Don't take no shit from no bugs.
And yeah, we're taking care of the bug problem, thanks.
