evilwayne

Now that I finally worked out how to post from the journal software, I’m going to see about bringing this thing back from the dead. I have to start doing something before long or I’m just going to lose it all.

It’s all about writing and I have to get back there or else.

I’m also working on the whole comments/approval thing. There’s, I kid you not, over 4000 comments pending. Pretty much all spam. So there’s that to deal with; there must be some kind of trust-comments-from-this-person thing, but I can’t find it. Not surprising. It took me a few months to sort out the posting aspect.

Le sigh.

More later, it’s late.

Remote check.

Check.

Check.

Check please.

I don’t know.

That fell off the one of the cats yesterday.

Yeah, that’s it and she’s big. No, check that, she’s fucking huge. In all the years we’ve had Nala, she had occasionally brought in a tick that we’d find crawling around. Honestly, I think I’ve found 3 in the 11 years we’ve had her. But the kittens… Well, one is short-haired, like Nala. Which is part of the equation, I think. Rockie has none so far. But Jayne, he’s a long-haired fur ball. And he’s a moose on top of it. Extremely easy just about anything to lock on to; leaves, grass, ants, ticks, boats, planes, the Chrysler Building; you get the picture.

A few days ago, we found one tick on him. Then another. This thing prompted a more thorough check and sweet zombie Jesus did we hit the motherload. Hidden by his long, dark fur, I removed no less than a baker’s dozen of ticks (there’s a tasty image), both major kinds deer and dog. They must have been ringing the dinner bell for days. All were in various stages of engorgement, which is what they do. They suck the blood until they can suck no more and then drop off for a place to nest for the winter before birthing their vile brood of disgusting parasitic bringers of disease.

When we initially saw this thing in the hallway, I actually mistook it for a kind of jewelry bead (it is kind of shiny) or a seed of something. But I moved it a pencil and thought I saw a leg. The creep sets in and it’s off to find something to pick it up with and bring to brighter light for a closer look. So yeah, it’s pretty awful. We treated the cats, but I still expect to find more. They’re so damn hard to see and they can only be felt once they’ve feed for a bit.

Blech.