So, one time I was wading in a small creek fishing when I noticed a city police officer riding on the bike path just beyond the bend. I didn't see him pass the next opening in the brush and thought that was strange.
10 minutes pass and here he comes stomping through brush down to the creek. He calls me to the shore for a fishing license check. Irritated, I wade to shore and get my license for him. He was a young guy with an attitude that was looking to ticket me. He comments on my filled knife, how large it was. Calls in my DL over the radio. Says he was watching me from the bushes...creeping through them to the creek.
As he is giving me a hard time I look at his badge, then look at his uniform, then look him in the eye and say, "Look at your vest."
He looks down and sees them, 30-40 ticks crawling around his neck, vest, and shorts. He freaked out like a sissy, slapping his clothes and brushing his neck and face off.
That's when I said, "If I were you, I'd ride my little bicycle back to the station to strip down before I got Lyme disease."
He handed my license back and took off. As he was walking off I yelled out, "Hey", he turns and I say "That's what you get for creeping commando in the bushes, idiot!"
I had never appreciated ticks as much as I did then.