Saturday, July 12, 2014
VOLES AND TICKS
I spend a lot of time sitting in a lawn chair and gazing out to sea here at Eastern Point. And though we retreatants are in silence, I have managed to make a friend. The best I can figure, he's a vole, and below is the opening to his burrow. Small, with dark brown glossy fur and beady eyes the size of a large pinhead, the creature is preternaturally fast. Apparently voles have many predators but I don't know what would be quick enough to catch this little varmint as the slightest movement sends him scuttling at the speed of light back to his den. He seems nervous, easily startled. Needless to say, we get along well and I'm convinced he views me as a trusted and loyal friend.
Meanwhile I fear a rude and ill-mannered tick has given me a good nip and with it--Lyme Disease! I have the bull's eye rash and flu symptoms and am headed to the ER tomorrow. I am one of those obnoxious people who considers myself impervious to germs, viruses, and rapacious predators of all kinds so I don't want to say it serves me right, as that would be mean. But I don't think I've been to the ER since I lived in Boston 30 years ago.
Everyone has to take their turn.