I’ve often mentioned my slowly improving aversion to snakes and my complete irrational phobia of big yellow and black garden spiders. The other day, I realized there was something else that can make me writhe like a broken coil spring and even occasionally inspire my vocal cords to impressive audio gymnastics: ticks.
Backpacking in the National Tick Refuge
Backpacking in the National Tick Refuge
Backpacking in the National Tick Refuge
I’ve often mentioned my slowly improving aversion to snakes and my complete irrational phobia of big yellow and black garden spiders. The other day, I realized there was something else that can make me writhe like a broken coil spring and even occasionally inspire my vocal cords to impressive audio gymnastics: ticks.