I love the forest. It has always been one of my favorite places to be. But during the recently deceased summer, I got chased away by a horrible beast. This monster, which is the only living thing I really hate, doesn't only eat its way through your flesh to drink your blood - as if that wasn't enough - it can also make you very sick. I even had to visit the hospital to get one of these fuckers cut out of my skull. Fire seems to be the only thing killing them.
And the ticks get larger in numbers every year. Not in size though, luckily. I saw a bad horror flick once, with giant mutated ticks, but I'm telling you - if those bastards where even slightly bigger, I'd never chill under a local tree again. I'm sorry if reading this made you itch all over. If it's any comfort, writing it had the same effect on me.
