8 hours

For those of you that aren't aware, I work on the BYU Tree Crew.
In between chainsawing stuff and climbing trees to chainsaw stuff, we are still able to fit in some times of crippling boredom.

Today, during one such time of boredom, we discussed why we can spend 8 hours out of the day in trees and yet not one of us has seen a tick (on us or otherwise.)

We know there are ticks in Utah.
We know they inhabit our trees and our shrubbery.
We've been warned since our first camping trip not to go through tall grasses or make any sort of contact with anything besides the trail. And if you did.......?

The dreaded Tick Check.
We always told Greg Warner that he would have to check J.S. for ticks. There was a lot of space to check for ticks on that boy, if you get my drift. (My drift = He was huge and kind of had smelly skin. Bless his heart.)

So why no ticks?
We settled on they don't come into civilized areas. You don't have to do a tick check after a game of racquetball or after a board meeting.

Are they just too barbaric? Could we train a tick to live in a civilized world?

Naturally I began to think of My Fair Lady and this is what came to mind:

Congratulations tick, you did it.