Tack room

Out for a ride on Tara after work. V tired tonight. Strange dreams last night about giant ticks taking over the world because we found another tick on Pegs just before bed and just couldn't get it off. We tried fingers, tweezers, getting it drunk on vodka and smothering it with vaseline. It passed away at some point during today and Mike eventually managed to pull it off this afternoon. Eugh!! Pegs reliably informs us she is very weak, having lost so much blood and needs a big slab of rare steak so make up for it. Apparently ticks start off like little tiny spiders and then they 'saw' a slit in their victims skin with little razor blade pincers before delving right in there with their whole heads. Ewwww!!