Sometimes Waiting for an Apparition Drives a Person Crazy

On one of Okinawa's outer islands today, here I was waiting for an apparition to show.

Well, I got bored and started looking for other things to do with the camera.

There was a single water lily blooming in someone's planter but, a fly decided to make it his home.

He may have been drunk, or dead.  I'm not sure.  But, he didn't move when I said, "Git".

So, I reached in my pocket for the trusty, old Swiss Army Knife.

Then, got the tweezers, gently crushed him and tossed the bum out of there.

That's the kinda stuff I do to keep myself from going crazy while waiting for apparitions.

Another thing those tweezers are good for is pulling ticks out of bellybuttons.

A TICK IN A BELLYBUTTON COULD DRIVE A PERSON CRAZY, TOO !

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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