Tick Me Off

First, let me say this ~ OUCH ~ about that!

So, my husband Greg can be in grass up to his eyebrows, and that's when he's sitting on the tractor where you can barely see the top of his head. He'll be out there for hours on end, and he'll hardly get a mosquito bite, much less a tick. I walk from the truck to the front door of our home, covered in deet, and I'll get three ticks which attach themselves to parts of my body which are just out of my reach.

I have been told that if you take garlic pills the ticks will be repelled from you. So far I've taken garlic for over a year, and all it's seems to do is be a nice spice for the tick's enjoyment. Maybe my ticks are Italian, and they enjoy a nice-a spicey meat-a ball-a. They're probably busy right now trying to figure out how they can get a post on the internet to say taking onion powder is a repellant for ticks too. "Mmmmmm", they're saying, "garlic AND onion, yummy! Get us some pasta and butter stat!"

Another thing that has crossed my mind is why they are called 'ticks'. That's an odd name, unless they were named by another person, like me, who knows the truth. They all have very tiny wrist watches that tick off the minutes until my arrival. They synchronize their tiny watches every evening, and meet at the precise time I am to arrive. They scream out, 'Here comes the bus', and they line up to jump on board as I pass by.

If you know any way I might avoid these tiny critters that doesn't involve me taking another spicey marinade for their meat, I'd appreciate the info. Till then, guess I'll just have to remain ticked.