No, it’s not a Vietnamese restaurant specialising in deep-fried insects – just something to call this post about a new-found joy, ticks.
In Spain, our cats have been adorned by them – a quick rummage in the fur and tiny black pearls of blood-sucking critters can be found. Scaled down, it’s like a Barbie doll with a vampire bat on her neck. Or Ken.
All the cats have them. S thinks she ‘caught’ one off Paloma as she cuddled up to her. What seemed like an itchy scab, revealed a tick macheteing its way into her neck. Apparently ticks find their hosts by detecting their breath and body odours. We should be covered in hundreds of them.
Wikipedia states: Tweezers can be used to grasp the tick as close to the skin as possible and detach it by applying a steady upward force without crushing, jerking or twisting, in such a way as to avoid leaving behind mouthparts or provoking regurgitation of infective fluids into the wound.
And as professor Agustin Estrada of Zaragoza University said in 2011: The public needs to know how to eradicate and prevent tick-borne diseases such as Lyme’s disease, Crimean Haemorrhagic Fever and Rickettsian infection. Although seldom life-threatening, they could be incapacitating and the several hundred cases reported in Spain each year are sufficient to constitute a public health problem..
We’ll survive and it’s hopefully nothing that a gin and tonic can’t sort out. For the cats it was a squirt of Frontline on the back of their necks.
If any of our blog followers can offer their experiences of ticks, please comment below.
Here’s some good information about them, should you be at a loose end.
© con jamón spain