I told you the story before, of the Queen and the Spider, but I saw this chappie, and I thought, I'll snap him in case I don't get out and about today.

Am glad i did, because once I was in the office,I never lifted my head.

However, looking at this one, brought back the horror of other beasties. Previously we have holidayed in a little island off the Coast of Oban. No electricity, no road, no cars. Just peace perfect peace.

One afternoon we had a walk from our cottage to the far end of the Island, which was about 2 miles, and back again. We got lost, hard to believe I know, but we did, got lost, got stuck, had to tramp back and eventually, Boy decided he would rescue us by running back to the cottage - he was by far and away the fastest and fittest of us; and bringing the boat up the side of the island - while we made our way to the coast.

Boy managed and we scrambled over rocks, and whins, and deep grass, and all piled into the Boat, delighted that Boy had managed to rescue us.

When we got back to the cottage, baths were in order. There was running hot water, albeit, rather brown, but there was nothing nicer than hot, hot water, after a sweaty, dirty trudge.

I went last, fresh, brown hot water and lay there enjoying the heat on my aching muscles, and as I began to rub my belly to wash, I felt some odd little bumps which shouldn't have been there. I glanced down, and to my horror, I caught sight of lump sticking out, and the bump had legs. I screamed for Si, and he came running in, and diagnosed a "TICK".

Worst still. It wasn't the only one.

There then followed the most horrific operation ever followed by a through check of all nooks and crannys. Oh god, it was the most horrific thing ever.

When I got back home, I had another check out by the Doctor, who also looked suitably horrific when I told him, and despite his reassurance, it didn't stop me from pulling a freckle off my leg in a Tick Panic!