It happened. We found ticks. I took two off of Jaska yesterday. They were both in the same spot. One had fed, one had not. Here they are…… I worn you….. it’s pretty gross
Warning: Not for the Squeamish or the Tick-aphobic (this warning is particularly for my sister, who, if she sees these pictures will likely never read my blog again).
Slow, steady pressure…. off he came…. with a big chunk of poor Jaska’s cheek. Poor dog wouldn’t come near me for a while after that.
The tick sees a beautiful, white light at the end of the tunnel. Wait a minute…. that hurts!
We took turns roasting it with the magnifying glass. Gross, yes. Morbid. Yet somehow so satisfying.