It's all good until you get lyme disease...

I went out geocaching today, trying to find "Fallen In Flatlick", and "The Cache With 9 Lives". Fallen was very difficult, and after over 1 hour, I gave up. I attacked that one from the 4 points of the compass with no luck. I'll head back there sometime this fall when the foliage has died off. That was when the cache was originally planted, so I may have better luck.

The other cache, as I said, was "The Cache With Nine Lives". I cruised out, ducking out of the way of swallows and dodging around a sizable marsh/lake. Upon finding it, I discovered the container was cracked, and everything inside was damp. I couldn't log my visit since the log book was ruined. I didn't bother to leave my travelbug there either. Like I said in another post, I'll probably take that back to South Dakota and leave it there.

While I was checking out the cache, I found 4 ticks and a couple inchworms all over me. I always wear a hat when I go adventuring, so thankfully I didn't get any ticks in my scalp. I showered immediately when I got home, and I'm crossing my fingers.

I can't help but think how cute the little guys are. Ticks, I mean. I was pulling one off my leg, and I had him trapped between my thumb and forefinger, and the way he squirmed was very funny. His pain, my pleasure. I let him go soon after. I'd feel worse, but it was a tick.

I like bugs. I have grown very fond of them in the last year or so. Just thought I'd say...