The biggest problem for me is a four month problem....ticks. Tick season was kicked off this year by the first one being found on me....on the hairline at the back of my neck. I can't describe how much I detest these little creatures. Thankfully this little critter hadn't got his jaws into me, and it was easy to remove and put into our tick jar. Yes, we have a jar (actually two jars...one under the kitchen sink and one outside in our screened in porch). Ticks can't be squished like a regular bug and they are tough to drown. We have vegetable oil in our jars and throw the ticks in the vegetable oil to kill them. Sounds nice, eh?
So each spring I go into a funk and wish I lived in town, where ticks are few...instead of "the country", where ticks are plentiful. For four months our dogs get chained up when they go outside. If we let them run through the field, they come back with 25 ticks (after a five minute run) for me to pick off.
To help us cope, we have guinea fowl.According to local legend, these handsome dudes like to eat ticks (and any other bugs they come across). The downside is that they dig up my gardens and generally make a nuisance of themselves.
Another rite of spring...Cassie gets shaved down to make it easier for me to pick the ticks off her. She got her hair cut today.
Ahhh...life in the country.