Ticks
After the third hike of the day at Domitila Friday I swung in a relaxed way in a white hammock under the thatched roof common area. A few bugs flew around in the relative cool and shade while outside temperatures hung around 100 with a brilliant blue sky all around. I swiped a mosquito away from my forehead and returned to journaling. A few notes later the mosquito buzzed the same spot. Again I shooed it away. After the third swipe I registered the mosquito as a crawling thing that wasn't going away so easily.
A close look at my shirt and pants showed hundreds (yes, hundreds) of tiny ticks. Little red dots, smaller than the head of a pin swarmed around the cloth. I briefly entertained the idea of freaking out and running for the shower. Inwardly screaming I calmly walked to my room, stripped and turned on the shower. The vigorous soaping and rubbing made me feel much better, confident that I was clear.
The contaminated clothes are sealed in a plastic bag here in my room in Managua, sitting like a puffy bomb in the corner.
Lets say I never knew so well the freckles and birthmarks on my body as I do now.
A close look at my shirt and pants showed hundreds (yes, hundreds) of tiny ticks. Little red dots, smaller than the head of a pin swarmed around the cloth. I briefly entertained the idea of freaking out and running for the shower. Inwardly screaming I calmly walked to my room, stripped and turned on the shower. The vigorous soaping and rubbing made me feel much better, confident that I was clear.
The contaminated clothes are sealed in a plastic bag here in my room in Managua, sitting like a puffy bomb in the corner.
Lets say I never knew so well the freckles and birthmarks on my body as I do now.
posted by Michael at 1:00 AM
2 Comments:
despite the talk of ticks, i'd still rather be there than here. thankfully, it was 70 today! -el commandante
Shoulda just let that scorpion crawl around picking the ticks off like little snacks, shoveling them into its mandibles...
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