That story reminds me of my first visit to North Carolina in late summer. My husband had to work outdoors one day and came back to the motel with his clothes covered in ticks. I'd much rather think about those chocolate peanut butter eggs!
LOL! Good to hear. When my parents were alive, they used to live in Wisconsin, but would spend winters in Florida. One time I went down to visit them in their mobile home, and they have a cockroach in their home. Mom hated bugs, thought she wasn't doing her job keeping the place clean. NOT!! So I started calling her Cockroach Herman. I'd say, "Have you seen Herman lately?" She just hated that. Finally one day my Dad caught up with him and took care of him. But for years after that, I'd tease her about her buddy Herman.