The Best Laid Plans Probably Don’t Involve Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever


What do you want to bet he doesn’t look all happy and impish after he’s been struck by lightning? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All week, we’d been looking forward to a camping trip with our family, some friends, and their kids.  Sure enough, we woke up yesterday to grey skies and the promise of thunderstorms.

We have this vision in our heads of trying to pitch a tent in a marsh while six young children hover nearby whining and crying.  (And we’re not even that great at pitching a tent when the ground is dry.)  Next, we go to cook some food over an open campfire, only to discover that water does indeed kill fires.  Now we have six young kids who are hungry, soaking wet, and crabby.  We try to console them, but next thing you know, our youngest gets struck by lightning.  Well at least she wasn’t wandering around with one of the big metal poles for the tent we couldn’t erect due to the marsh…

And so we decided to cancel the camping trip and have a barbecue instead.  Luckily, our friends have an awesome backyard.  That is because the further away you get from the city, the bigger the backyards become.  Ask me sometime about why New Yorkers have a reputation for being cranky.  I swear it’s based on social Darwinism and population density… I digress.

So, we’re sitting in their awesome backyard, which has numerous chicken coops, a garden, a pool, and a swing set.  Our kids are jumping on their enormous trampoline (which is roughly the size of our entire yard) and playing soccer.  We eat dinner out on their deck, and are outside for about six hours total.  And not a single drop of rain falls!

Luckily the kids were too busy playing to notice how dry we all were.

We did, however, find a tick on one of our kids.  I guess that’s the downside of country living and open spaces…  I’m pretty sure the moral of this story is never ever believe the weather forecast, and always check your children for ticks so they don’t end up with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever.  I hear that’s no fun.

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6 Responses to The Best Laid Plans Probably Don’t Involve Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever

  1. Andrew says:

    Ticks are one of the worst surprises you can find. And they show up when you least expect them. I used to get them playing Little League as a kid. Hate them with a passion.

    • The best was the time my husband had a deer tick lodged in his neck right next to his jugular. You can only imagine his horror as my father-in-law came towards him with a buck-knife all ready to cut that sucker out… He ended up going to the hospital and having it removed by a professional.

  2. Amen, sister. There’s too many people here not to be cranky. And yeah, I’ve heard that Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. I’m glad a good time was had by all!

    • Exactly! We gotta do what we gotta do, and that may include cutting each other off in traffic…

      And although I might appreciate the munchkins having a low energy level for a few days (shhh!) it would turn ugly pretty quickly…

  3. I love that you mentioned ticks here because for years I have had this insane believe that all deers have ticks and all ticks have Lyme Disease and I know neither of those ideas is totally true.

    As for weather – I don’t even know how the weather people tell us the ‘news’ with a straight face sometimes. In a few years they may be saying: Bring sunscreen, an umbrella, flip flops and a parka. 🙂

    • Yeah, there really are a lot of zoonotic diseases. Then again, if people knew just how prevalent disease and bacteria are, a lot of people would never own a pet, have sex, or leave their houses… but those same folks would probably die young due to depression, loneliness, and no real immune system.

      Yeah, I couldn’t agree more about the weather. Any other field, and you’re fired for being wrong over and over again!

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