February 1st was a nice day. I walked along the roadside in front of my house and picked up some litter that slobs still throw out of their cars. Later that afternoon, as I was on the computer, I detected a tick crawling on my leg. It hadn't bitten me yet,as far as I could tell.
Yesterday, April 1st, was also a nice day. It had been windy, and I picked up some branches on our lawn that had fallen off the maple tree in front of the house, dead branches, some quite large. I threw them down the bank behind the house. Later, that night, my arm felt itchy and I scratched it, loosening what I at first thought was a small scab, a very small scab. I was next to the bathroom sink counter, where I saw it move. It was a tiny tick, evidently lodged just under my skin. That area of my arm has, not a bull's eye rash, but a circle of small dots, as if the tick was trying to find the ideal blood-sucking spot. I just hope it was a healthy tick.
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