A Boy. A Girl. And Innumerable Ticks…

Posted May 18th, 2009 by aleximoon

We’re back from our trip to the OBX (that’s the outer banks of North Carolina).  We had a very nice time.  In my last post I alluded to ticks.  Please, allow me to fully explain…

Jim and I went geocaching on Friday before the wedding.  We were having a very nice time being rather successful in our geocaching endeavors. 

We also went to Kitty Hawk National Monument (yay for another stamp in our book!) which was very neat.  Que picture…

Kitty Hawk

Anyhoo…after Kitty Hawk we began geocaching and were having a very successful time at it too.  We go for one that involves us going off of a bike path, through a few inches deep of standing water, and into the woods.  I spot the location of the cache immediately and head over.  I am logging our visit when Jim notices that there are bugs crawling over his feet and biting him.  He assumes that they are ants.  But they aren’t ants.  He plucks one off of his skin to show me now believing them to be spiders.  But they aren’t spiders.  We realize at about the same time that he is crawling with ticks.

I’m not cool with ticks.

We beat a hasty retreat back to the bike path, pausing momentarily when Jim realizes that his geocaching pen is missing but is then quickly found, and he starts knocking ticks off of him.  We go back to the car believing that the crisis has passed.

But as we begin driving, Jim notices the ticks crawling up over his knee!  We rush back to the house where Jim immediately strips and I begin the arduous task of plucking ticks off of his naked body.  I don’t know what to do with the bloody (both literally and figuratively) things so I send them down sink drain along with a healthy dose of water.  We now believe Jim to be tick-free.  I ditch my clothes and I get a quick once-over.  I had been wearing jeans, hiking boots, and thick socks for this adventure while Jim was in sandals and shorts, and I appeared to be free of the buggies. 

Jim takes a shower and I wait outside the bathroom.  After a few minutes, he begins to bang on the wall and shout my name.  I immediately go into the bathroom to find out what is wrong.  Jim has found another tick  on his upper thigh.  I pluck it off and send it the way of the others.  Jim finishes his shower, albeit, a bit twitchier than before. 

I take my shower.  We believe everything is as it should be but…


We run hot water down the drain for about a half hour and that seems to do the trick.  The next day we begin our geocaching with a spray down of our newly purchased bug spray.  This seems to work better as we end the day with each of us only acquiring 3 ticks each.  On our third day, we find only one tick, migrating peacefully across the front of Jim’s shirt.  We are into our fourth day and thus far appear to be tick free. 

Please, wish us luck! 


Posted May 15th, 2009 by aleximoon

Our geocaching came to an abrupt halt due to ticks. Eww.

Adventuring Continued

Posted May 14th, 2009 by aleximoon

Jim and I have arrived in Nouth Carolina.  We’re staying in a huge house right on the beach in Kill Devil Hills (best name ever).  There are three flours, a boardwalk out to the beach, and more rooms than I can keep track of. 

We tried to experience some roadfood this evening but had a difficult time finding the restaurant.  We ended up eating at Dirty Dicks.  We went there mainly so that we could say that I got crabs from Dirty Dicks.

We had better luck with roadfood yesterday when we ate at the Hob Nob is Sarasota and then the Summerton Diner in Summerton, SC.  Yay tasty food!

Oh, there are also about a dozen kids staying in this house too.  They are relations of the bride on her mom’s side.  The little ones are pretty much adorable.  I want to keep one.


Kristen and Jim


Posted May 12th, 2009 by aleximoon

Xapmat and I are going to North Carolina tomorrow for a wedding on a Friday.  I’m not terribly keen on weddings.  You generally spend most of your time vaguely uncomfortable either because of your nicer clothes, the uncomfortable seating, or the rude relatives that you wish had lost the invitation.  Oh, and let’s not forgot the yucky food and obnoxious DJs. 

I went to a wedding once where the DJ hit on the mother of the bride while she was on the dance floor partying down.  He did this with the microphone via the loudspeakers.  I wonder if he got lucky? 

I also went to wedding where we had to stand during the ceremony, raise our hand, and bless the bride’s womb.  Unfortunately, I don’t believe we did a very good job as they are still trying for a baby.  I know my heart wasn’t in it.

I also went to a wedding reception where the Groom’s father stood behind me and shouted, I kid you not, “Git ‘er done Son!”, as the groom smeared cake all over the bride’s face.  (I made it clear to Xapmat that any cake smearing at our wedding would result in severe ass-kicking followed by an annulment.)

So…wee…wedding on Friday.  But it’s in an aquarium.  I love aquariums.  And we’re going to be staying in a town called Kill Devil Hills which is easily one of the best named places ever.  We’re also going to go geocaching. 

And I won’t be at work for SIX days.  Woo-hoo!