It’s been two weeks since our gripping first tick of ‘Autumn” report. And that was the only tick we’d picked off the dogo since spring and until…this weekend. The ticks are back, baby, and the season is on us. Full blown, practically overnight. And yes, this is weird, but it brought two songs to mind.
I listen to just about everything, by the way. I grew up with Top 40 and rock (post-roll). My dad listened to swing and Big Bands. And I grew into Jazz, blues, classical, and even some hip-hop and that crap music that’s all the rage with the younger folks (eh, sonny!).
Since the pandemic™, I’ve been top-heavy into country music. I love the storytelling, which has dominated my listening for several years, but I still love the classics. I’ll tune in to pop, techno, dance, top 30, Jazz, Classical, Blues, rock (with or without the roll), grunge, rap, and thrash metal. I don’t love all of it; some of it is utter rubbish, but I have learned to find talent, inspiration, meaning, and value in every genre.
Ticks, however, are useless bloodsucking parasites. I know the wild turkeys eat them, but they’ll eat any bug, and having been bit by more ticks than I can count (the dog has preventatives, I do not), I grow weary of the critters – except for the blog material.
And here I am, trying to write engaging content about disease-carrying arachnids. How to begin. With a song in my heart and an official White Lab Research Report update. As noted above, it has been a tick-less Summer until and Fall last weekend. We’re picking two to three tiny buggers off the white labrador every time he’s outside, which is at least two to three times a day (minimum), so welcome to tick season. I’ve seen deer and dog ticks on every outing, so if you or your pet wanders in the woods or weeds, keep your eye on that – though your circumstances may vary. Just remember. Global Warming could mean fewer ticks during the summer. Write that down.
And about the music? Two songs. Both classics, in my mind, but we encourage you to have your own mind; it’ll serve you well in a wide range of circumstances.
Thin Lizzy’s The Boys Are Back in Town has nothing to do with bloodsucking arachnids. But the ticks are back in town, and it reminded me of the song. If that’s weird, great, and isn’t that why you’re here?
The second song to pop has the word click, which rhymes with tick, which equals bloodsucking parasites. There is also this pleasing image of Looney-Tunes-like tick-removal overkill along the lines of the Monty Python skit, where they hunt mosquitoes with a bazooka.
Click, Click, Boom. I swear it’s all connected.
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