The attack of the Milli-Organisms

Yeah, that's my Bull Mastiff Hoogie. Named after an olympic swimmer my sister had an infatuation for. (something something Hooganban, along those lines). He's pretty much NoCtUrNaL and spends the afternoons hibernating infront of the gate. So much for a guard dog. Dogs are great pets i must admit, but this pet of mine keeps his own variety of pets. On himself that is. Hoogie told me telepathically that he personally named them TICKS. It's good to know he's found his very own friends, but however, hoogie hasn't been a very entertaining host. As a result, TICK corpulation rates increase and *WaLa* you get new TICK generations. Geography teaches us that due to the lack of education and entertainment in developing countries, much of the adult population turn to methods of "increasing population growth" (indirectly meaning carnal connection) as a means of entertainment. Same thing applies to this Bull Mastiff of mine. haha. Anyway these blood suckers, once belly full, will simply drop off the dog and climb up the nearest wall within it's area. Seemingly, that drives us humans up the same wall. Squashing TICKS is a fun thing to do, but my preference would be to heat them up to temperatures exceeding 200 degrees celsius with a matchstick. Cool thing to do really. The excitement would be greater if they actually do "PoP" upon heating, AwEsOmE! imagine the bloodshed =D. Alright, i'm freaking you out. TICKS have been part of our family since the early years of our first pet dog "New Year". Yeeps. Guess what, i just chanced into an AlBiNo TICK, nice and white. I'm gonna heat it up now so i'll end here. Should i use the Microwave oven this time? i'll see...