This is our third day at the Dick Cross Wildlife Management Area on the Virginia/North Carolina border, where the official animal is the tick. The CDC tell us that doxycycline is good for what ails, when you're on the tick trails. The cats are inside for the duration, even though they're Frontlined out the wazoo. What? Between the shoulder blades? You Frontline your cats your way, I'll Frontline mine.
As Heard At Our House™:
Duck 1: I prefer the Lone Star tick to these little deer ticks.
Duck 2: Now we're choosing our favorite tick.
Nature is brutal. It's tick or be ticked. It's a tick-suck-tick world.
Our first couple of days out we were feeling rushed and harried. Walmart at night is fine, but it's really not what we were after. The Northeast is tough for finding boondocking sites that are pleasant and scenic and not just Save Money, Live Better. A little research and we found this spot, almost devoid of people (the others had been drained of their blood and dragged off for compost). I feel like this is what we were looking for (A pint of A+ for me, and one for the lady!).