Nature is the home to an incredibly versatile array of species, but ticks are definitely one of those that we tend to avoid at all costs.
These tiny arachnids, that are related to spiders, mites, and scorpions, are in fact parasites that survive by attaching themselves to larger animals and feeding on their blood. Humans aren’t spared either. Sadly, these insects carry harmful bacteria that can spread disease to people.
Sadly, tick-borne diseases are at an all-time high, with about 50,000 cases reported each year, and far more going unreported.
There are different types of ticks, and unfortunately, they sometimes find their way to people’s homes. The types most commonly found in homes are the black-legged tick, the dog tick, and the brown dog tick.
- Black-legged Ticks – known as deer ticks, these ticks are typically brown or black in color and have a flattened, oval-shaped body. They are commonly found in wooded areas and can transmit Lyme disease.
- Dog Ticks are larger and can range in color from brown to reddish-brown. They have a tough, shield-shaped body. Dog ticks can transmit diseases such as Rocky Mountain spotted fever.
- Brown Dog Ticks are brown in color and have a slender body.
Although the tick season is between March and October, or sometimes longer, we should be wary of this insects all year round. In fact,if beaten by a tick, a person can develop symptoms even after two or three months.
The bite itself isn’t painful and can cause swelling, itchiness, blistering, and bruising. The bad thing is that ticks also carry and transmit severe diseases, most commonly Lyme disease, as well as Rocky Mountain spotted fever, ehrlichiosis, and babesiosis.
Initially, Lyme disease develops as a circular red ‘bull’s eye’ rash around the site of a tick bite. However, not everyone gets a rash and you should also watch out for a flu-like illness with fever, headache, tiredness and general aches and pains.
The best way to prevent being bitten by a tick is to avoid tall grasses and areas where ticks thrive (such as moorlands and woodlands), especially during the warmer months.
In case you do get bitten, you should remove the tick as soon as possible in order to prevent infections.
These are some of the ways of safe removal.
- Use fine-tipped tweezers: Use clean, fine-tipped tweezers to grasp the tick as close to the skin as possible.
- Pull gently: Apply steady upward pressure, being careful not to squeeze or crush the tick. Aim to remove the tick in one smooth motion without twisting or jerking. Twisting or jerking can cause the tick’s head to break off and stay inside the skin, where it can still transmit disease.
- Clean the area: After removing the tick, clean the affected area with soap and water or an antiseptic solution. Monitor the site of the bite for any signs of infection or a rash, and consult a healthcare professional if necessary.
If by any chance ticks find their way into your home, take immediate action in order to prevent infestation. Most times, ticks are brought into your home in case they stick on your clothes or onto your pets.
- Isolate the area: If you have identified the presence of ticks in a specific area, keep pets and children away from that space.
- Wear protective gear: Put on gloves and a long-sleeved shirt to protect yourself from potential tick bites.
- Clean the area: Clean the area where you found the tick. If it is in bedding, wash the sheets. Inspect the area to ensure there are no more ticks that are present. Dispose of the tick by either flushing it down the toilet or sealing it in a container or ziplock bag before placing it in the trash.
After I requested my neighbors to refrain from parking in my designated spot, they retaliated by wrapping my car in tape. I chose not to overlook their childish response.
Gregory’s life took an unexpected turn when he got into a fight with Jack, his new neighbor, about a parking space. Gregory came up with a cunning scheme for retaliation after finding his car covered with tape one morning. This strategy led to a sequence of unexpected events and a spectacular showdown that caught the neighborhood’s attention.
Gregory Watson is my name, and I’m in my early 50s. This is the neighborhood I’ve lived in for more than 20 years. Since my wife Margaret passed away from cancer eight years ago, it has just been my grandson Harry and myself.
During the holidays, my scholarship-winning pupil Harry comes to visit, but other than that, I’m content to be alone.
The quiet was disturbed when Jack and his son Drew, who looked to be in his early 20s, moved in next door. I felt something was wrong with Jack from the beginning; his arrogance bothered me. But as he started to park in my assigned area, things got heated.
The first time it happened, I tried to be friendly and said, “Hey, Jack.” “I have that place all to myself. It is rather visibly marked.
Jack gave a sly little shrug. “I didn’t see your name on it,” he curtly retorted.
I initially ignored it, thinking it was an isolated incident. But it kept happening time and time again. I requested him to move each time, but he ignored me.
Because I use a cane and have chronic leg pain, I require a parking space close to my door.
My patience was exhausted during our most recent meeting. I was furious when I knocked on his door.
“Jack, please move your automobile right now. I am unable to park further away since walking that distance hurts too much.
After rolling his eyes, he finally shifted his automobile. That wasn’t the solution I thought it would be.
I woke up the next morning to a nightmare: all of the tape was wrapped around my automobile. It covered every square inch. I said, “Are you kidding me?!?” in shock. Who acts in that way?
I knew from away that Jack and his son Drew were trying to scare me into submitting. I captured multiple pictures as proof.
I laboriously sliced through the tape layers all morning. Despite how frustrating it was, I wouldn’t let them win.
I gave my young friend Noah, who lived nearby, a call later that day. “I need your assistance.”
After losing their parents in an automobile accident a few years prior, Noah and his brother Kris were now living with their grandmother, Kelly. She was horrified to hear about my predicament and offered her grandchildren’s help.
“Mr. Watson, what do you need us to do?” With worried eyes, Noah enquired.
I smiled as my strategy came together. “Jack will learn a lesson from us that he won’t soon forget.”
I took a cab to work and stopped at a few stores to pick up some things, such wind chimes, plastic flamingos, and biodegradable glitter bombs. I imagined Jack and Drew’s reactions when they realized what I had in store for them.
Kris, Noah, and I got to work that night. Initially, we evenly dispersed the biodegradable glitter around Jack’s front yard, making sure it sank into every crevice. Even if it’s harmless, cleaning it up would be a hassle.
I added, trying not to chuckle, “Noah, make sure to sprinkle some over by the flower beds.”
With a broad smile, Noah said, “Got it, Mr. Watson,” tossing another handful of glitter into the shrubbery.
Then we planted plastic pink flamingos across his yard in a spot where Jack would notice them as soon as he opened his door. His well-manicured lawn was suddenly covered with a vivid sea of flamingos.
Kris chuckled when arranging the final flamingo. “This will be incredible. He won’t be aware of what hit him.
Satisfied with our job, I nodded. Sweet, huh? Simply watch for his attempt to get rid of these.
In the end, we covered his house with inexpensive, loud wind chimes. A wind gust started as we were finishing, making a symphony of clanging noises that would no doubt annoy him. I felt like I had luck on my side.
Kris commented, “Perfect timing,” as she watched the chimes swing in the wind. “He’s going to go insane.”
We put in a lot of overtime to make sure everything was perfect. After we were done, I stood back and appreciated our creation.
I gave them a back pat and said, “Okay, boys.” “Let’s evaluate Jack’s tolerance for a taste of his own medicine.”
We laughed quietly together and went back to our houses.
I got up early the following morning, curious to see Jack’s response. It wasn’t very long. I could definitely hear a door banging at around seven in the morning.
“How in the hell?” I could hear Jack’s voice in my backyard. I laughed so hard that I had to glance out my window.
“Dad, what happened?” Drew questioned, running out into the front yard as he heard his dad yell.
With a look of amazement on his face, Jack stood on his porch. The flamingos stood like sentinels, the wind chimes made a cacophonous noise, and his yard was a dazzling mass of glitter. He looked around, as if he didn’t know where to start.
I gave in to the temptation of going outside and acting naive. Jack, good morning. Good morning, young man. You have quite the mess there.
Jack glared at me. “Did you carry out this task?”
I gave a shrug. “I have no idea what you’re discussing. Perhaps you ought to think about showing your neighbors greater consideration.
Before he could reply, his door was knocked on. Thanks to my phone call, two police officers stood there looking serious.
“Mr. Jack Patterson?” asked one of them.
“Yes, that is me,” Jack answered, his annoyance giving way to confusion.
The officer went on, “We need to talk to you about some recent incidents.” “We’ve received complaints about you vandalizing a vehicle and parking in a designated spot.”
Jack’s expression turned pale. “Depraved? I didn’t—
The policeman showed pictures as proof. “We have surveillance footage as well as proof that you and your son taped Mr. Watson’s car.”
Jack stammered, “But what about my yard, though? Take a look at this.
The policeman gave a headshake. We’re here to discuss vandalism and parking. We have to take you to the station. And you as well, young man.
I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction flood over me as they dragged Jack and Drew away. There was justice being done.
I was ecstatic. Nobody dared to park there again after I took up the free spot. Noah, Kris, and Kelly came over to celebrate later that day.
Kelly gave me a strong hug. Greg, I’m so relieved that’s finished. None of that trouble was worth it for you.
“No, I didn’t,” I answered, grinning at the children. “Now that you’re all here, I can park in peace,”
Noah grinned. “Mr. Watson, anytime. We’ve got you covered.
“Yes, and we’ll be ready if he ever tries anything again,” Kris continued.
We laughed together and enjoyed each other’s company for the remainder of the evening. With Jack, the nightmare was finished, and I felt peace come back into my life.
I was grateful to have such great neighbors as I watched Noah and Kris joke about.
Harry went home for the holidays a few weeks later. The warmth of family and friends flooded the house. There was Kelly, Kris, and Noah, and we all crowded around the fireplace.
Harry had a quizzical expression on his face as he glanced about. “So, what’s this big story that I keep hearing tidbits of?”
I laughed and patted the chair next to me. Harry, please have a seat. You’ll adore this, I promise.
We took turns telling the story, adding details and giggling over the recollections.
With a gleam in her eye, Kelly offered her analysis, while Kris imitated Jack’s disbelieving look at seeing the flamingos. Noah gave a lively explanation of the glitter bomb scheme.
With his eyes expanding with every turn, Harry listened closely. “Not at all! Grandpa, you actually did that?
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, we definitely did. You ought to have seen his expression when the police arrived.
Harry started laughing. That is quite clever! I wish I could have witnessed it in person.
Kris replied, reclined in his chair, “You would have loved it.” “It resembled something from a motion picture.”
Noah added, “Yes, I have heard they had to pay a hefty fine and left the neighborhood for good.”
“Much better,” Kelly continued. “So, Greg, we can all live in peace now?”
With a pleasant smile, I nodded. We continued to tell stories throughout the evening, reflecting on the past and making plans for the future. There was laughter and love in the house, the type that only close friends and family can give.
In the end, it was more than simply getting back my parking space and educating Jack and Drew. What really mattered was the relationships we had and the experiences we produced together.
In case you enjoyed this story, here’s another one you might find interesting: My seemingly perfect life fell apart in ways I could never have imagined when a strange woman showed up on my doorstep carrying a baby. I had no idea that this encounter would set off a series of events that would reveal secrets, destroy confidence, and completely alter my perception of the world.
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