Okay it’s 9:33am September 28, 2015 and I am thinking about memories long past back in the Midwest.
One such memory was when I lived in Devils Lake, North Dakota and I was with Elder Ellsworth tracting houses and we got on a country road where I saw a nearby field that looked good enough to frolic in.
Oh it looked so inviting to a boy who grew up in the parched, hot desert of Arizona! So I took off running and screaming and flailing my arms crazily as I ran through the grass and let it go all over my body. I could see myself in a movie where I was Tom Sawyer in the woods and the meadows exploring everything. Yes, I may be 34 years old right now but if I was in a 12 year old body you wouldn’t know I was older.
Funny thing…..as I waltzed back from my little adventure I noticed some black specks on me……I examined myself closer and realized that I had hundreds of little ticks all over me anxious to feast on my blood!!! Well, I was in horror at the sight (Arizona never gave me any ticks) and started going crazy again …this time ripping my clothes off to my underwear and trying to claw off all of the ticks that seemed to be eating me alive!
After about 10-minutes of making sure that I was clean of ticks, I then proceeded to pick them off one by one off of my clothes before putting them back on. Needless to say I was a bit unnerved at that point and cautious in a field after that.
When I got home later that day and got undressed for my shower, I noticed that I had some more ticks!!! Only this time they had burrowed into my skin and had been enjoying my blood for some time now. I was not happy and started scraping them off carefully so as to not leave any remnants of their bodies inside my skin to cause an infection. The interesting thing is that my companion’s mother died from Lime Disease…from a tick and I was afraid of ending up like her.