Yesterday we had our last practice rounds of land navigation before the EFMB test week begins. Between our iterations, the only place we could take shelter from the scorching sun was in the wood line. The wood line is also where the ticks dwell in mass.
It was a lose-lose situation. You either dehydrated instantaneously in the sun or you battled ticks in the woods. And really, at times, I didn't know which was the better deal. Ticks assaulted me from all sides. I couldn't even relax because I had to be on constant guard.
I must have pulled 20 ticks off of my body and killed at least 20 more that I saw advancing on me in the mulch. I have bites all over my body. I'm itchy and even more paranoid than before. I put on bug spray in a futile attempt to protect myself but all I really did was get bug spray in the tick wounds on my neck-- which burned like Hell!
I got back to the billets and this was taped on the wall:
It was a lose-lose situation. You either dehydrated instantaneously in the sun or you battled ticks in the woods. And really, at times, I didn't know which was the better deal. Ticks assaulted me from all sides. I couldn't even relax because I had to be on constant guard.
I must have pulled 20 ticks off of my body and killed at least 20 more that I saw advancing on me in the mulch. I have bites all over my body. I'm itchy and even more paranoid than before. I put on bug spray in a futile attempt to protect myself but all I really did was get bug spray in the tick wounds on my neck-- which burned like Hell!
I got back to the billets and this was taped on the wall:
Yeah right, I'd have to send off a baby food sized jar full of these little assholes to Environmental Health if I followed those suggestions.
Fort Campbell is the home of the Air Assault and, apparently, the Tick Assault.
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