We walked through the very muddy and puddled walkway that went up the side of the mound of dirt until we reached a corner that leads to a great expanse of green and yellow grassland. Around the corner though was this four or five-foot tall doe. She was staring off into the distance presumably dazzled by the sun in the sky with all the food to eat, and then we walk and discombobulate her entirely, running away in a great stamper. We wanted to get a photo but we were just too close for its comfort. As we continued along the trail, my younger sister decided to embark on a journey of her own. Whilst walking through the vast grassland talked about before, there was this drinking hole or pond just ten feet off course. Well, my sister had the great idea to explore the unknown and take a little gander over that pond. I had no idea what her interest was in this pond, all I remember was that her jacket was fumbling through the grass as she ran to the pond, being dragged here and there. My Dad yelled, “Hey, pick up your jacket, there may be some deer ticks out there, and they just love a furry surface like your jacket.” Just the thought of ticks being around there was a realization I had to refuse because that day was my day and no ticks would be interrupting it, but that’s just what …show more content…
We gathered a nice pile in the cup holders at the end of the trip of our deceased parasites. Deer ticks are not easily killed. Luckily I had long fingernails at the time, but it took lots of force to pry out their life essence. We had taken our shoes off, taken our shirts off, and even discarding some socks entirely, for they were too far gone. The ticks nested themselves into our clothing fabrics, and most certainly my little sister’s fluffy jacket which was also thrown away with our