Gray dislikes bugs as much as anyone you’ll ever meet. As you can imagine, she wasn’t too impressed when we came home from a walk at the property to find a tick latched onto her neck.
We made quick work of the nasty, little tag-along with some tweezers and a match. As Gray watched him burn with a look of disgust in her big, blue eyes she muttered, as much to herself as anyone else, “I’m never, ever, ever going back into the woods again.”