Christmas in Cafayete
January 3rd 2009 The tick was the size of a small grape. I found his fat body buried in the tan fur of TidieĀ“s neck. I was careful not to grab strands with my thumb and forefinger. The tick waved his legs feebly, frantic for his warm home.I dropped him on the ground and let my foot drop. Like a ketchup packet, his belly split and spurted stale blood into the dirt.
As Tidie trotted away to chase chickens,I sat
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