On May 16th Deana found a dog tick on Anabelle’s head. Â This was the second tick in two weeks, the first being a deer tick I found on her neck on May 3rd. Â I know ticks are par for the course in the Hudson Valley, but both incidents were unnerving and definitely challenged my sense of safety and comfort. Â I removed each tick (calmly and skillfully), despite Anabelle’s anxiety and fear. Â She was so brave. Â My anger with the first tick led me to destroy it by fire. Â With this dog tick, I felt it better to hold on to it in case Anabelle got sick. Â This way we could send it off for testing in hopes of diagnosing whatever she had. Â If you enlarge the photo you can see a little brown spot in the jar. Â That’s the tick.
This little bastard survived almost 2 months in this jar living off of air and a little bit of water. Â It died a couple of days ago (at least I think it’s dead). Â Anabelle hasn’t shown any symptoms so far, so I think we’re in the clear (at least I hope).
So it’s time to get rid of this dog tick, but I have plans for it beyond just tossing the jar in the trash. More to come on that….