Just a little warming in the weather and the ticks are out. I found one Friday crawling across my shirt. I had only been walking around the yard. Saturday I was working in a very weedy area, and I woke up Sunday morning to find a tick attached to the back of my thigh. I never could have seen it, but fortunately it itched just a wee smidgen--enough for me to reach back and feel it. Today, after I hung some sheets on the clothesline, I came back inside only to find a tick hurrying across the laundry basket.
It's that season.