tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603600552588774686.post262363129616930517..comments2023-09-17T05:46:14.249-07:00Comments on Katrina Dreamer Art: Afraid of the WildKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265675648615388422noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603600552588774686.post-15853249080856966422010-09-15T17:52:19.840-07:002010-09-15T17:52:19.840-07:00Glad you mentioned ticks. They're the one thin...Glad you mentioned ticks. They're the one thing I'm afraid of. I wasn't for most of my life, but two years ago my husband had a tack we didn't find for 4 days and less than a week later he was close to death with a disease we later learned to be acute ehrlichiosis. It was horrifying to watch him transform from a healthy man to near death without knowing what was happening. (It took 4 days for a doctor to figure out what it was.)<br /><br />The point is, after a lifetime being in woods and fields without fear, now you couldn't pay me to sit on a log or walk through tall grasses like I used to. Attitudes change.Geophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17206319191769614929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603600552588774686.post-23999634780738454282010-07-11T20:51:16.520-07:002010-07-11T20:51:16.520-07:00Loved the post. I still don't like camping. I...Loved the post. I still don't like camping. I'll do it, but lay awake thinking of everything that might be OUT THERE.Trish and Rob MacGregorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02846270474176860924noreply@blogger.com