If the little nymph ticks (we call them seed ticks here in TICK central) transmit disease, then we are truly doomed and I will begin changing careers so's I can spend my days inside. Their nests are awful and will leave you quite literally crawling with hundreds of invisible mites. We assure each other the nymphs are harmless. We must. If the opposite is true, we would rather not know, and will continue to assume that it is the adult ticks that will transmit the nasties. (If you know otherwise, please keep it to yourself.) Back in the day I feel like there was a "tick season," sort of like "chigger season" when the chiggers build hotels in the Queen Anne's Lace or the second half of summer season when the yellowjackets start to get angry and, if disturbed, will chase you like kamakazes for long distances through the woods. Any more ticks are a constant. Certainly they almost, but not quite, disappear in the winter. But I sometimes wonder if it doesn't get cold enough here in the southeast anymore to kill them off, or perhaps they are simply evolving and adapting to the cold. Another awful thought. Winter is our favorite season for lack of violent insects and poisonous, or briary vines. Some areas are certainly more prone to ticks then others (we have found the worst areas to be planted pines and tall grasses, planted pines they will rain from the sky), and when we spend time in those high population areas, we put our bodies on high alert, atune to the slightest prick. If you don't catch it quick enough, they latch on and numb the area such that you don't feel their presence anymore. Then a visual inspection and removal is necessary. (Typically we wait for our significant others for such inspections as they need to be very thorough.) Of course we close up our clothing and in truly horrible areas we'll duct tape our sleeves and pant cuffs but most insects can find a way in, and then yellowjackets can sting right through a shirt and get all wrapped up in your clothing such that you can't shake them off. When we stir up a nest of yellowjackets after they turn angry, they'll be a posse of grown men running through the woods screaming like camanches throwing their clothes behind them as they go. We've got two guys who have developed the bizarre "red meat allergy" but one of them seems to be moving through it and is now able to eat beef steaks again without breaking out in hives and being wracked with horrible stomach cramps. I've already told them if I develop that particular form of heck, please shoot me immediately.