Spring, part the third.

For all the glory that is spring in the north woods, there are some less than delightful bits.

I think this guy must have spent his winter burrowed deep into the duff on the floor of the woods. Now he is on our deck railing getting a tan. I let him be; no critter, no matter how capable of giving me a nasty ouch, deserves to be swatted after surviving the winter. Unless it is a mosquito; then all bets are off.

Other less than savory aspects of spring are the wood and deer ticks.

Lower left, something called a star tick, which we do not have here. Middle, an adult female deer tick -- those are the ones that transmit Lyme disease. Upper right, adult wood tick, aka dog tick. I found this photo online and stole it because I couldn't find the ones I took last spring of the eight wood ticks I pulled off Hannibal The Fearless Who Fancies Himself To Be An Outdoor Cat.

Like many things in nature, the tick population varies from year to year. Last year we were inundated with ticks. Boo! Hiss! This year, they are almost non-existent. Yay! I think I have found fewer than half a dozen so far this year, which is, I think, a record low for this date.

Despite that, for the past couple days I have felt them crawling on me everywhere. I have not found a single one for over a week, however, so I attribute this annoyance to an over-active tactile sense.

There are the ubiquitous mosquitoes, vector of the West Nile virus:

Don't worry, we shooed that one away before it bit my boy.

There are other less-than-wonderful aspects of warmer weather. Follow the link if you want to see an over-40 woman wearing a too-young-for-her, way-too-short garment while doing her exercise walk. She was doing laps around the block Saturday while we were stuck for a couple hours with what turned out to be a broken timing belt on the Aveo. I probably shouldn't be snarky; she was, after all, very trim and was doing a good thing. She had just made an unfortunate wardrobe choice.

To remove that last image from your eyeballs, here is a sign on the wall of the diner where we had a very tasty brunch that day, right before we discovered that the car wouldn't start.

I had to pay for my coffee, darn. No gossip to trade.

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Thanks to everyone who chimed in with advice on yesterday's post about the Summer Chevron sweater. There is a l-o-n-g thread over in Ravelry (special thanks to those of you who told me to check there) that details all the trials and tribulations of that pattern. Apparently it has a wacky row gauge that no one can achieve, and the deep V neck tends to become a wide V when worn. I am still undecided about whether to attempt it with my bamboo yarn, but now I know where to go for more help. Thanks, guys! You are the best!

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As much as I love having #1 son home for a couple months, it has been driving me absolutely NUTS that his computer seems to hog our DSL connection. I have forbade him from using BitTorrent -- or downloading anything -- between the hours of 8 am and 1 pm, which is my preferred internet time. But even though he has been completely cooperative about our agreement, sometimes my connection gets so slow it is impossible to do anything. Every single page gets the "Cannot find www.xyz.com. Please check your spelling..." message.

Today I got so frustrated that while he was out for his daily run and clearly not using his computer, I went downstairs to his bedroom to see what was open on his Mac Pro. I discovered that the problem seems to be that Skype, even when just sitting there with a chat window open but not being used, continues to hog our internet connection. I closed Skype, came back upstairs, and walla! my internet connection was fine. Hurrah! Too bad we didn't figure this out a month ago; he leaves to go back to NY a week from Sunday, and I had been counting the days.

Comments

[deb]

I could trade tons of gossip - if theyr are into what's going on at K's school at all!!

[Cursingmama]

Much like Deb I've got lots and lots of middle school gossip to trade....

[Jeanne]

I've sent only 2 mosquitoes on to the hereafter so far this year. I guess that's the good thing about the cold weather we've been seeing. Thankfully we don't run into too many ticks here in the big city...they give me the willies. My skin is all crawly just thinking about it.

[Chris]

So far, no ticks or skeeters. *knocks on wood*

[Carrie K]

That tick picture is freaking me out. Bugs! Ick!

At least you solved the slow internet problem.

[Sheepish Annie]

Um...I think you may have just solved one of my internet "issues." I always have Skype open...

In my defense, someone might call. Maybe...

[lisa]

It is a bad tick year here! I've found them crawling across the bedroom floor, in the bed as I make it in the morning, on the wall, on the woodwork, on the kitchen table, and one night one landed on my chest and woke me up (mostly dog ticks). We also have pulled a few deer ticks off of the dogs, even w/ the frontline. Ugh. Sneaky little terrorists. I have stories and stories and stories (hundreds of tick larvae all over you? lyme disease? dozens a day off the dogs? engorged tick goes plop on your breakfast plate and you look down and say, hmmm...raisin, do I have raisin toast? that raisin has legs and is moving!!! argghhghghgh!!!!).

[Miss T]

I have no gossip either, alas. And I loathe ticks.

[BigAlice]

Ugh. UGH UGH UGH
I hate ticks. They give me the shivers. Mosquitos are annoying and also disease vectors but it's the whole burrowing thing that really really bothers me. Guess I will never make 'intrepid outdoorswoman' now.