Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I do not remember ticks as featuring largely in my childhood. I don't mean the hours spent playing on a bomb site or among the trees above the underground shelters in the west end of Glasgow, but I do mean the annual two months in which I roamed, more or less as I pleased, in the woods and hills of Arran. All these times we lurked in the bracken hiding from one another did not result in later minute examination of the skin and attack with oil and tweezers.
Why are there more of the creatures? Are there more deer? And how is it that something so miniscule can effect so much damage in the space of an hour? Answers welcomed ....tick all the boxes, if you can.