I never imagined I’d be crouched in my garden, heart pounding, sliding clusters of tick eggs into a jar of rubbing alcohol like some deranged scientist. Yet there I was, armed with gloves, tweezers, and sheer terror. Each tiny reddish-brown bead felt like a loaded threat — not just to me, but to my dog, my family, and anyone who loved my yard as much as I did.
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