I'm not normally squeamish and buts don't usually bother me but I draw the line at ticks. I don't do ticks. Not even a little bit. They gross me out and I want to vomit when I see them. This situation was made worse when I found the first one of the season the other day ON MY NECK. Not on my dog, not on the carpet... i found him on my person. Eoetnweoifverj;werj43098ogjd;fv;oj. <- is pretty much how I reacted.
Then, the next day, I went to get my jacket out of the trunk of my car and a spider had made a web in it and was still there. Just sitting there looking at me with his little bastard spider eyes. No, I didn't freak out like I did with the tick but I still haven't touched my coat even though Kevin washed it. Or so he says. What if there are spider eggs in it? Ew.
Moral of this story? There is no moral. I just had nothing else to post about. And I wanted a reason to post a picture of Bodie.
He got a bath today to ensure there were no ticks on his person.
Five minutes after this picture was taken, he ran outside to pee and promptly rolled around in the field next to our house. You know... where ticks live.
Asshole dog. He's lucky he's cute. ;)