I grew up in the rural hills of southwestern Wisconsin. When we weren’t in school, my siblings and I were outside early after breakfast and with the exception of a meal here and there, stayed out until after dark. We spent our days running through the woods and pastures. All through spring and summer, we would hear the same repeating words when we came in at the end of the night, “Check for ticks!” What followed was the routine inspection: we checked each other’s backs and ran our fingers meticulously through our hair, always on the lookout.
It was not uncommon to pull several ticks off each night during those years. After awhile, these ticks were like siblings – always hanging around! They never bothered me. My mom pulled them off and out pretty easily. She had a lot of practice. We never had a problem with them. Continue Reading »