A Backyard Encounter with a Lone Star Tick
A few weeks ago, while mowing the lawn with my old, barely-working mower, I noticed my golden retriever,
Mochi, lounging peacefully under our oak tree. That’s when I felt a strange tickle on my ankle.
Expecting a mosquito, I glanced down—only to find a tiny black dot clinging to my skin. It wasn’t
flying away. I carefully removed it and saw the telltale white spot: a lone star tick.
I can usually shrug off nature’s annoyances—mosquito bites, bee stings—but ticks? They terrify me.
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