That is, of the new season. I discovered the little fellow crawling on the back of my hand. How he got there he didn’t tell. And I have no idea. I was standing outside and walking around on the grass a bit while watching the men working on our trees (more later about that). But somehow the thing got onto my hand. Nice of him to display himself — or herself, I couldn’t tell — in plain site to make it easier for me to flush him (or her) down the toilet. (Will they ever return from there I wonder? yikes!) See my other post here about ticks.