I knew he had one when he came in around the blackest part of night, but I was too stupid with sleep to wake up. I kept flicking it with my finger until Nash got mad at me and left. He came back in at 7, and then with enough light in my windows to see, I remembered that I made a mental note to check him. Sure enough it was still strongly attached. Pulling back his fur to inspect I saw it, as big as a purplish/grayish fava bean with blood sucking teeth. I must say I am not a squeamish person but I shivered. The kind of feeling that makes your stomach immediately sour, my fingers were filthy from stroking his little bulbous body.
Do I get tweezers? No too big, the chance at popping it was too real, and then it would leave a putrid rotten bloodstain on the cat and my sheets. I reached and pulled out a tissue, snuggled my fingers around tissue and tick and hoped for the best. Pluck. It came out. Now between my fingers I squeeze, He’s tough, but I can feel that he’s jelly in the center with a shiny leather coating. I got his head too, most times they leave them there to infect and fester, a friendly reminder like a mosquito bite that you keep scratching. His miniscule legs were rowing away from me. But I got him. I take him to the toilet and watch him swirl away.
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try a match and burn the tick works too!
hi naomi
remember me? tv producer from oz
only just caught up with your farm adventure
thought you may be interested in this
http://www.sbs.com.au/blogarticle/112041/Welcome-to-Puggle-Farm/blog/Gourmet-Farmer
it’s a tv series following the ups & downs of one of australia’s leading food critics when he gives it all away to start a subsistence farm
aside from that i trust you are extremely well and happy
my very best and great good luck with it all
tim
Thanks for being so warm and welcoming yesterday.
Ticks are the worst!
Photos of Nash:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucylikewhoa/4298935615/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucylikewhoa/4298937183/
Never pull out a tick. Cover the little bastard (the tick, not Nash) with a glob of vaseline. Suffocates ‘em.
Sorry about the winery. Never made it there, but it seemed like an awesome, kinky idea. I dig your attitude.
Check out brooklyngrange.com for some friends of mine farming on rooftops in Brooklyn, NYC… I think you’ll dig it. Same passion as you.
Best of luck-
W
I’m trying to find the website for roshambo winery. Does it still exist? One of my favorite tasting rooms when I visited sonoma years ago.
I get alot of these messages. Nope… It’s not. I’m on hiatus until further notice. Too much going on at the farm and with my life to do anything else. Thanks for looking for us. I’m flattered, and maybe a little sad too.
n