Monday, March 12, 2007
Lymie, Am I Ticked!
Welcome to the Thunderdome (Photograph from a local cable program on Ixodes scapularis)
Blacklegged ticks (Ixodes scapularis)
Many enter. Few survive.
I took Marcel to the vet the other day (for a pulled muscle in his neck which, after a week of doggie-profens and some mellow-down time, is doing much better — thank you for asking) — and after a routine check-up — the doctor asked if Marcel had had his Lyme Disease vaccinations yet.
"Lyme Disease?" I says, "We live out on The Rock, I didn't think we had that problem out there."
"It started to show up last year," she replied.
"Really? How did that happen?" I ask, now a little ooked out by the whole scenario of the upcoming warm weather and outdoor activities.
"The tourists brought them with them," chimes in the doctors assistant.
"Tourists!" I say, through clenched teeth (in a manner that can only be described as the worst imitation of somebody trying to sound like Jerry Seinfeld saying, "Newman!").
"Tourists," she repeats.
Damn you (as I will now refer to them), Lymies!
Hell On Earth
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