A single tick almost ruined my summer. It was small, silent, and already drinking from my ankle before I even knew it was there. I thought I was safe in my own backyard. I thought Mochi was safe too. I was wrong. What I discovered about the lone star tick that day still makes my skin cr… Continues… That backyard moment forced me to see my “safe space” differently. I started double-checking Mochi’s fur after every trip outside, inspecting my own skin like a crime scene, and reading everything I could about lone star ticks. Learning that they don’t just...
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