tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594257446235949418.post5779076260673411832..comments2023-04-01T07:38:26.334-04:00Comments on Notes from Val's Kitchen: Ticks And The CityUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594257446235949418.post-67490081523333059912008-05-11T13:11:00.000-04:002008-05-11T13:11:00.000-04:00What an honor! This has brought back many post-tr...What an honor! This has brought back many post-traumatic issues that may result in counseling for me. The worst of the whole de-ticking experience was not trying to sift through the hair in Spock's armpits, but was the black spray-painted pickle jar, filled with rubbing alcohol, that Dad made me store all the ticks in. By the end of the sumer, it could have been designated a Superfund site.<BR/><BR/>EthanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com