I am happy to say we have concluded our white dog summer research project. The object was to test a progressive premise established in May that “tick season” would be all year round ‘cuz, Climate change. The final results?
It was bullish!t.
If you’ve been following the “research,” you will know that my yellow lab – which has very white fur – is an excellent test subject for gauging the tick population. In the spring, it was awful, as it always is; we were pulling two to four or more off the dog every trip outside.
Many a blood-sucking parasite met an unpleasant end, burial at “sea,” immolation (sacrifice to the angry democrat gods), crushing hazards. We’re not kind to those little bastards, but they keep coming back for more. But not as predicted by the “experts.” The perception was that climate change had messed everything up, and it looked like we’d have no summer hiatus from ticks.
And then we did.
It was like every other year except for a very impressive heat wave. Heat, warming, CO2, but no ticks. What gives?
The white dog spent as much or more time in the yard as any other year, but through July and August, not one single tick was spotted on Cosmo. And none on us either. So, what about September?
One tick, but not until after summer was over. I found one tick on the white dog a few days ago and none since.
Not only did we not have ticks all year, we have a slow start to the autumn tick season (which is good), but then, that heavier-than-average hurricane season we were promised has been no less disappointing for the Climateers (Also good).
We had no named storm in July or August and nothing that hit land until the last week of September. And then, only one.
Just like the ticks.
Will someone suggest ticks and … never mind.
