Musing on bugs. Bugs that attach to your skin.

Musing on bugs. Bugs that attach to your skin.

Cute suit without the bugs.

I got up this morning and headed to the pool  at 6 a.m. Before leaving home, I put my suit on as custom and zipped up a sweat shirt.

Got to the pool, swam and looked in my reflection in the mirror before hopping in shower (Fully clothed inquiring minds — well, with my bathing suit on.)

I noticed a black dot on my shoulder. Like a bit of trash.

I got out of the shower. Starting getting dressed and thought about the bit of trash. I looked again…

IT WAS A TICK!

Dear God in heaven, I hate it when that happens.

That imp must have held on during my entire swim.

A tick’s life. Hold on for 1,700 yards, a have shower then get swished.

Now I got that going for me.

Tick juice all floating about in my insides.

I think I’ve got a fever.