This means war...

Anyone want to hazard a guess as to what I'll be doing tomorrow? Clue's in the picture...

*edit* - Those of you who suggested tick-picking were correct. Although by the time I got to the stables the evil little parasite had already dropped off Otto's nose with a belly full of stolen blood. It left a skanky, scabby lump in it's place though, he's slightly allergic to the creepy buggers :/