When the Homily is about Immunology

Ticks

Last night my daughter frightfully and tearfully called out to me saying that a big bug was on Patch (the cat). Sure enough, Patch had a tick just inside his ear.

Now I know that since living in the woods this was a possibility, but really, I've not seen a tick since I was in eastern Kentucky...heck I don't recall ever seeing them in Ohio and I certainly never saw any in California or the burbs of greater Seattle. But rest assured, western Washington has ticks. Now this means three things:

1. I cannot skimp on cheap copy cat versions of "Frontline."
2. Kids will need to have a once over after a day of romping through the woods.
3. I can now honestly try this pickup line song on my wife:

I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks

Now that's classy, man. (Cut me some slack people...how COULD I resist?)