Swiss Army Knife, Tick (Photos) No Bellybutton This Time !

The good old Swiss Army Knife came to the rescue, again.

Supposedly, I'm home and sick in bed with one of those wicked colds that even

THERAFLU would have a hard time curing.  Honestly, I spent the last 20 hours flat on my back.

When I went to the kitchen this morning for my iced coffee.

ALONG CAME THIS TICK.

He was crawling up my leg, unaware that right there on the kitchen table was

MY SWISS ARMY KNIFE

So, I stealthily slid the tweezers out and grabbed the sucker before he could even figure out where my bellybutton was being kept.

Then, I prompty fried the little devil.

Quickly, I wrapped his remains, still fried to the tweezers, in cellophane.

And, I sneaked out the door under the cover of darkness so, I could come here and take photos for everyone to see.

Plenty of people begged me not to show my bellybutton, anymore.

But, you wouldn't believe how many times a week the search engines send folks with tick-in-the-bellybutton syndrome to this blog.

So, I couldn't pass this opportunity up, even at the risk of being caught out of bed.

I just gotta tell ya

IF YOU DON'T HAVE A SWISS ARMY KNIFE

YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T GO PLACES WHERE THEY HAVE TICKS.

One more thing I gotta tell ya.  If I don't get back home and hide under the covers quick, before the little lady wakes up and discovers me missing when I'm supposed to be deathly ill.......

IT'LL BE WORSE THAN LIVING WITH THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST

BYE, BYE !

PHOTO OF THE DAY:  AT THE KIMONO SHOP

Photo Essay: Another Dam Festival in Okinawa, Japan

Not complaining,  it wasn't a damn festival I went to yesterday.  It was a DAM FESTIVAL, the Kanna Dam Matsuri, just a twenty minute drive from where I live in Okinawa, Japan.

It's a good idea to drive around and see some sights before fighting your way into a parking lot at a festival so, I drove a few miles north of the fairgrounds to shoot Godzilla. 

Then, I stopped at a parking area below the dam and and snatched this photo of a bellybutton monument.  It didn't have any ticks, but there are coins inside.  It's a gift from Italy.

Just in case you think I make this stuff up, go ahead and read the Italian inscription.  I can't read the stuff.  But, if somebody bothered to engrave the words on a monument plaque, it's probably true !

This photo shows you Kanna Dam. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I got to the damn dam, it started raining.  I climed up in an observation tower, where I had a roof over my head and the sky went black.  The people in the kayaks had been paying to get a ride under that spray of water to cool them off after spending the day in the steaming-hot Okinawa sun.  Hah !

Eventually, the rain quit and when the sun started blazing again, kids were jumping and splashing in this little fountain, to stay cool.

Here's a photo of some characters I've never seen before.

They are like some kind of Super Heros.

Ya'll know, I research things thoroughly before posting them online most of the time.

So, I snapped a copy of this on my cell phone and ran across the street.

Two older-than-me grannies said this was Ultraman characters.

Lucky for me, my granddaughter stopped by with a little brother and saw me doing a blog.

Those grannies are nuts.  These characters ain't Ultramen !

Ladies, Gentlemen and all others, let me introduce you to some Okinawan Superheroes.

RYUJIN MABUYA

Those Grandkids of mine are experts on these sort of things.

We'll have to see what it takes to get them Wikipedia qualified, someday.

Of course, I had to spoil them, a little bit, and it cost me $25 or so but, that's life.

Right now I'm drying, cleaning and charging up the cameras for the next damn festival.

This one isn't at a dam.

It's a tug-o-war.

Wait'll the wife finds out I invited all the grandkids to join us at this little-known festival tonight.

See, she kind of enjoys shooting that Canon G12 I'll probably never see again.

When she finds out I'm packing about 6 more passengers in the car to go to the festival....

...she'll probably say something like,  "DAMMIT" !

NOTE TO LOCAL READERS: DIRECTIONS TO THE BELLYBUTTON MAY BE FOUND HERE