As a follow-up to my previous post about our friend the chigger, I’d like to introduce you to a little place I call ‘Chigger Alley’. It’s on one of the creeks on the ranch, deep in some serious vegetation, where the grass and weeds are knee-high. Chiggers love grass and moisture, so this is pretty much the perfect environment. As a result, here they grow to the size of bobcats and have a jumping range of approximately 10 feet.
As you might expect, there is a watergap in Chigger Alley. Our recent rains pretty much destroyed any bovine containment we might have had there, so Dad and Mr. HH had to crawl down into the creek to fix the fence.
I, serving as the photographer and historian for the expedition, also got to double as go-fer for the day. If you don’t know what go-fer means, just add a few tools on to the end of the word, and it will make sense. Like, “go-fer my pliers”, or “go-fer that baling wire”.
Highlights of the day included watching Mr. HH fix fence in his bare feet, and also watching both of them slide down the muddy bank on their backsides while trying to climb back out.
My personal chigger count for the day was around 15. Apparently Deep Woods OFF is ineffective in Chigger Alley. Dad says next time he’s bringing his pistol and just going to shoot them. Or maybe that was for the snakes, but either way I hope this fence holds for a while.