gag me with a spoon

So my dog has ticks and I need an airplane barf bag.

Our lovely home backs up to what we suburb people refer to as a reserve.

It is about 2 miles of woods behind us....all the way to the high school.

Not unusual to see a 10 point buck walking down our neighborhood street....a bunny rabbit chomping down on my overgrown flower beds, and that's right....ticks.

So, the breeder treated her....then the vet treated her...so, I figured we were all safe. Apparently the vet treated her with a heartworm/flea combo...but, not for ticks. Certainly wondering why....but, that is beside the point. It is all fixed now....hopefully. For my stomach's sake.

Last night....we found a few. My stomach is turning just thinking about it.

They are coming from the woods and the deer that live behind our place.

I am getting light headed as I type......

So, I called the vet, changed her medicine and will be making a trip to the hardware store to buy some poison to kill them. The ticks...not the deer and rabbits.

I feel like I need to take a shower with a metal scrub brush. Like people do when they have been exposed to some sort of toxic chemical.

Then, to top it off....I came across a roach, a Texas one...about 3 minutes after I woke up this morning. Lord knows I am so not a morning girl....and that is the LAST thing I want to see when I wake.

I would have settled for a snake. Or a spider....or a tick.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW.