I've had enough and I seriously mean ENOUGH of ticks. Those little buggers just won't let my family off. First, they slyly crawl up my Bobby, then they have the nerve to leave the ignorant host and come uninvited into our house.

I can't believe I spent an entire day - my free day - smashing baby ticks, using a masking tape and sticking them onto the tape from the walls, and looking out for them till my eyes actually teared from being strained for 8 hours.

That almost made me hate Bobby. But, I also feel sorry for the big guy... He must be suffering after we put the tick powder on him and kept brushing him like a million times, waiting for those tiny 8-legged creatures to escape from their furry zone.

Now I'm like so paranoid I've to look at every inch of the wall when I walk up or down the stairs and check the chairs before I seat, even while I seat. Thank God I'm meticulous.

One day of murdering hundreds of baby ticks feels like I've just experienced an internship in a pest-buster company. Wonder if they have a job opening for me... I'm sure I'll be an excellent tick-inspector. =)