Friday, August 8, 2014

Biological Warfare

If this isn't grounds to roll out the DDT and fog all of Dixie, I don't know what is. Seems there's a tick out there whose bite inflicts the bitten with an allergy to meat and some dairy, including ice cream. Imagine spending a day outside hunting and/or fishing and then finding you couldn't enjoy all the tasty critters you'd bagged.

Oh can you imagine
a sorrier sight
than a man bit by wood ticks
who can't take a bite?*

*tune of Away With Rum, a liberal anthem from the turn of the 19th century.

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