Tip: If you slather a tick buried deep in your skin with Vicks or vaseline, it has to back its head out to breathe, so you can easily nab it in a hanky and flush it.
Normally I can relax in the woods, Today flies and mosquitoes are annoying me. I slap them off my leg, And blow them off my shoulder. I flick a green winged one off my chair, Can feel something crawling slowly Toward my knee I forgot to wear Vicks Which bugs detest. A tick? I cannot wait to see.
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