seed ticks can go to hell, better yet send them to haitis
i'm looking at a house today. pretty sweet deal thanks to the hook-ups with my kinfolk. and its 12 minutes tops from uni. considering right now, i'm on every major interstate in the metro every schoolday. turns out the cute little yellow bus doesn't pick up college students an hour away from school.
ohhh yea, and that dream i had before about ticks covering my body... that was prophetic. just look at my war wounds on my ankles. i stepped into a nest of fuckin' seed ticks while hicking to this so-called enchanted sweat lodge-- the lodge that took all of the tarp supply for camp=outs. try scrambling around with a bunch of hungry, bratty kids who've never seen over two kinds of bugs but are now going to sleep out under the stars... with no tarp. but back to the ticks (you see it took awhile to open up about this tragic event, i was traumatized as you will see) i was wearing high-top chucks and long hiking paths, but somehow those lil' bastards got right up under my tight sock. they had a feast. i didn't quite notice, i thought the sensation was just all my left-over chigger bites. nope. they were an army of seed ticks attacking my ankle and sending a renegade up north. that night when i took my chucks off i went into survival mode with rubbing alcohol and a razor. i almost fainted. for a week afterwards i fought off the unexplicable itching with every remedy every counselor could come up with, including jumping the pool fence at night and sticking my feet in the clorin. at one point the lifeguard dumped bleach over my feet. only to find out from the nurse that bleach and clorin only dries it out and makes it itch more. just my luck.
ohhh yea, and that dream i had before about ticks covering my body... that was prophetic. just look at my war wounds on my ankles. i stepped into a nest of fuckin' seed ticks while hicking to this so-called enchanted sweat lodge-- the lodge that took all of the tarp supply for camp=outs. try scrambling around with a bunch of hungry, bratty kids who've never seen over two kinds of bugs but are now going to sleep out under the stars... with no tarp. but back to the ticks (you see it took awhile to open up about this tragic event, i was traumatized as you will see) i was wearing high-top chucks and long hiking paths, but somehow those lil' bastards got right up under my tight sock. they had a feast. i didn't quite notice, i thought the sensation was just all my left-over chigger bites. nope. they were an army of seed ticks attacking my ankle and sending a renegade up north. that night when i took my chucks off i went into survival mode with rubbing alcohol and a razor. i almost fainted. for a week afterwards i fought off the unexplicable itching with every remedy every counselor could come up with, including jumping the pool fence at night and sticking my feet in the clorin. at one point the lifeguard dumped bleach over my feet. only to find out from the nurse that bleach and clorin only dries it out and makes it itch more. just my luck.