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If I want to go for a hike, or even for a short walk in my back yard, it’s a choice between slathering myself in bug spray or being eaten alive by chiggers. I choose neither.
I don’t wear shorts nearly as much as I used to, and I’m paranoid enough about ticks that I stay away from long grass and verges.
If I want to go for a hike, or even for a short walk in my back yard, it’s a choice between slathering myself in bug spray or being eaten alive by chiggers. I choose neither.
I am forever grateful that my country doesn’t have chiggers. I’ll take those ticks that make you allergic to red meat over chiggers any day.