Disease-Spreading Bloodsuckers

Dang. Just picked a tick off me, crawling toward my armpit. Felt one earlier tonight, crawling crothward up my leg. We have a "tick jar" where we drop them into a pool of alcohol. Gets pretty ugly after a while. Wrapping in scotchtape is the alternative. Dang, I hate ticks.

Speaking of disease-spreading bloodsuckers, Milady and I have to go talk to a county tax man tomorrow about something expensive and past due; not looking forward to it. Spare a prayer for our successful negotiations.