Ug. Have you ever felt dozens and dozens and dozens of wood ticks crawling all over your body? It is enough to give a permanent case of heebie jeebies to a zombie. So, you want all the details you say? Okay. My daughter and I were off on our annual “Chick Weekend.” We’ve been spending one weekend a year together as a bonding and reconnecting celebration. I think it started while she was still in high school, and became even more significant as she wandered off to college and then into her adult life. This year we selected Mille Lacs Lake as our destination, and as one of our activities went hiking on a trail in a nearby state park. The views were lovely, and the area was deserted. We reveled in the solitude, the lake vistas, and the bird songs. Just as we were winding up our walk, I felt something crawly in my hair. I pulled out a wood tick. “Uh, a wood tick,” I brightly said. Sasha looked at me, then at herself, and started swiping at her jeans. “We’re covered with them!” she said. I looked down and sure enough, they were everywhere. We started pulling off as many as we could see, then took turns de-bugging each other. We decided to return to our motel room and change clothes. As a side bet, we guessed we’d find 20 more wood ticks when we got naked. We were wrong. We found 54 of the little suckers. 54!!! Keep in mind this was after we thought we had found every single one earlier. So how is this the best part of my day? Well, as we were standing in the motel room searching each other’s hair for movement, my daughter paused and said, “I like your hair color.” It was so out of tick-hunting context that I have to smile every time I think about it. Hence, it is the best part of my day.