Sunday morning, I bush-hogged by dad’s field in southern Indiana.  Last night, I found a tick.  That’s two days and two showers later!  How do they hang on?  I told my husband that the only way to kill it was to burn it.  He said that was an old wives tale and tossed it in the trash.  You know that critter’s going to crawl out and find me.  I’ll have to start going to bed with a torch.