Went caching on Saturday . . . while at the Waterville event I casually reached down to scratch an itch and found a tick on my calf.
Then while hanging out at the hospital parking lot with Hiram (yeah, it's a long story, but don't worry . . . no geocachers were hurt in the telling of this story) I was running my fingers through my hair and found another.
Thought I had them all until I was down at the event in Portland . . . and found another on my arm.
Got home around 1 or so in the morning (it was a very long day for me) . . . undressed . . . and found one on my belly.
What the heck . . . until this year I never saw a tick except for the very occasional tick on my cats . . . never had any on me personally.
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the realization that there is something more important than fear."
"Death is only one of many ways to die."