Back to slurping down big pills full of anti-biotic for the next two weeks.
Lyme Disease… again. Third time in ten years. Not surprising, I haven’t seen a dog and only one or two cats in the yard in many years. But deer? I’ve had so many deer on my property at one time that if I could have shot, skinned and dressed them all and popped them into the freezer I would have had a lifetime supply of meat. (But I really don’t care for the taste)
Will the town do anything about the explosion of deer? No. They don’t even post the entrances to the parks with Lyme disease warnings.
I’ve been asking myself why I’m so unlucky with this little problem and then it occurred to me. I’m a widower and after four years I’m very lonely. In my prayers at night I’ve been asking God to send me a nice chick. Maybe I need to enunciate, maybe he’s been hearing me ask for a TICK.