Ticks are one of the approved barometers of the Climate cult. A collection of markers by which people who hate property rights and comfort (Democrats) leverage fear and misinformation to separate you from both.
For the record, so is everything else. A barometer, I mean. There is no “thing” that doesn’t buttress the dogma of the ineffable climate god whose wrath is upon us: scorched earth, drought, floods, rising seas. Too much of anything or not enough. Viruses, plagues, or the lack of them. Moderate temperatures and calm skies. All of it is a sign of the coming apocalypse that only an abundance of taxation can appease.
It makes for easy pickin. A few years back, NHPR, soon to be a private concern (no doubt a result of climate change – in DC), was convinced that the excess plumes of pollen were the result of both cooling and warming, in the same article. And we’re back to ticks.
Back in 2022, a so-called expert predicted that because of climate change (that means “warming”), we should expect to see ticks and lots of them all year round. I immediately called BS because I have a white lab and we have woods and deer and every other sort of tick-carrying wildlife. I know precisely how ticky (or not) the landscape is regardless of the weather.
White Dog Research, also known as White Dog Labs, was born, and the theory failed immediately. Spring has lots of ticks, summer not so much. Autumn – they’re back! Ever since that article, we’ve been offering our observations. Your results may vary based on numerous factors unrelated to the divine, unimpeachable theory of global warming (DBA: Climate Change).
Spring was active again this year and very wet, not that this was a factor. Black flies were the least bothersome in years. We saw our last tick of merit in May, and I think we had one in early June, but none since. Now that it’s late October, they are everywhere again (after several months of drought, again, no connection whatsoever to the matter at hand).
Mosquitoes, on the other hand, are few and far between this year (once it dried up), making late summer and fall one of the most enjoyable outdoors-wise in years while playing havoc with the insect-borne virus phalanx of the climate apocalypse.
Today, this morning, we conducted our AM constitutional. This includes walking through scrub, shrub, and wooded spaces, across mowed lawns with and without leaves on them, piles of composting leaves in designated areas (which some ticks love), and one hard surface (the driveway).
Sometimes you have to wait to find them, the ticks, but within half an hour of coming back inside, I removed nine ticks from the Labrador. White dogs with short hair rule when it comes to this. That may be a record.
Otherwise, we’ve been fortunate. Only one embedded tick on a person in 2025 (me), and it was over the weekend. I typically get three to five a year (Lyme disease roulette, I know) and, without fail, realize and remove them moments after they embed. A larger number are found while wandering and disposed of, which, in my mind, justifies body hair. Without it, I might never know.
And it is autumn, so the pup is cuddlier due to the increasing cold, which adds to the odds of a transfer from the pet that is on preventives to the human who is not.
I’ve met guys who work in the woods, btw, who pull a dozen off themselves a day, and I have to wonder how it is that they aren’t writhing in their own skin. Finding one makes every tickle turn into a mad search for the little bastards.
I suppose you get used to it the same way I have, but nine on the dog is a lot for one trip out, and they are almost all deer ticks as opposed to dog ticks this Fall. Most years, it’s the other way around in my yard, and the deer ticks are the tiny bastards. You have to wait for them to wander around the dog to find them most of the time.
So, be on the lookout, and not just in the woods. Long grass on roadsides will have its fair share of the bloodsuckers, much like No King Day has Democrat parasites, and many of them aren’t much smarter than the ticks.
