Why do Ticks exist? It’s a question that I often ask myself at this time of year. They are small wee buggers, and hard to find on your body after a walk. I inevitably don’t find ‘em all, and I get bites, which can lead to Lymes Disease, a potentially very serious illness. I did get it the one time, but fortunately it was caught early enough for a course of antibiotics to see it off.

There are all sorts of animals that bring misery to others.

In fact we manage it well enough ourselves a lot of the time.

And there isn’t an answer to the “Why?” question really, except “That’s Life”. It brings joy and wonder. It brings challenges and irritations.

And it’s probably time for a Song To The Tick.

I’m up for the challenge. I think.