My least favorite thing to do was to the de-tick myself. The Ozark Mountains
were full of ticks. There were big ticks, medium ticks, small ticks and seed
ticks. Whenever you were out and about in the fields and woods you would gather
ticks. When you brush by grass and limbs on trees the ticks would transfer onto
your clothing. From there they would crawl into your body. These ticks would
get to your underarms, in your hair, on your back, on your private parts, legs
and about anywhere. They would bite into you and if not removed they would swell
up and become fat. Sometimes when we had been out for a long time my brother
and I would go behind the house strip our clothes off and de-tick each other.
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