Time for a tick
I found my first tick yesterday. On me. I daresay that they’re all around us, floating like tiny little spiders over the East Devon heathland, but the ones that count are those that you spot suddenly after feeling that familiar little itch just when you’ve had a good day’s gardening. A tiny black spot, sometimes in a very awkward place on your body and you know that it’s time to get out the tick hook. It’s been ages since I first wrote some warning words about ticks at http://budleighbrewsterunited.blogspot.co.uk/2009/05/ticked-off.html and that was in connection with our sister town in Brewster, Massachusetts, where Lyme disease can be a serious problem. Having extracted my tick I put it on a window sill and watched it. For such tiny creatures they move fast; this one seemed to be showing off, performing the occasional somersault. I wondered whether they might have been used in circuses, like fleas. Finally I called time on it. My little tick bite yesterday c...