UPDATE: I killed around 20 ticks last night, and I keep finding more, mostly on my host sister's bed. We found a bunch living inside of her blanket and giant stuffed dog, so we removed those items from the room... ugh. I hate ticks. What purpose do they serve, anyway? No one eats them in large quantities, they must be useless parasites. aaauuuugggghhhhh.
This is a tick on my bed. This is not cool.
4 comments:
Do you suppose the ticks wonder what their purpose is?
Anyway, what plague is planned next for your bed?
This definitely surpasses the greatness of my very minor ant infestation.
All creatures, including us, are bound to collapse into an existentialist jelly if they wonder what their purpose is. But all other creatures, except us, lack the brain cells to ponder these things. Which is why the pharmaceutical industry's effort to market antidepressants to ticks failed.
mmmm... extistentialist jelly.
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