i saw the sign. it said private property. unfortunately that doesn't stop me.
what stops slows me now is the long grass on the private property. damn ticks.
i got as close as could. which was pretty close, since i was smart enough this time
to have on long jeans, socks and my hiking boots.
but still. i had visions of thousands of deer ticks just waiting for me.
you see, ticks detect the carbon dioxide that something living gives off. so we are considered hosts.
as are deer. even mice.
and
they are literally just waiting for their "ride"out of the woods or off the long grass.
but i've decided that i can't be a wimp all summer, since hiking, being in the woods and especially trespassing are some of my favorite things to do. i mean how else do you find cool things like this cottage with a lake and a moss covered picnic table holding an old lamp of some kind.
see what i mean.
it's hard to say no. it's hard to stop wandering.
so i'll play it as safe as i can, wearing what i've been told to wear and doing what i've been told to do, in order to avoid another run in with a deer tick.
or maybe i could just take you with me.
maybe they'd like your carbon dioxide better than mine.
it's just a thought.
you're welcome.
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