During my ICT in Queensland, we wore uniforms which were treated with permethrin, a vial of which was given to us by the Army before the trip for to soak our uniforms ourselves. I soaked the combat fatigues (No. 4s), but not our grey vests, shorts and socks.
Permethrin is a nerve agent which is very poisonous, and which kills insects on contact as well.
During one of the very few down times in the field, I took off my No. 4 top and wore a grey vest while I rested. A little tick decided to have a bite of my left upper arm. I didn’t notice it till a few hours later when I felt a bump on my arm. Then I stupidly plucked the insect off thinking it was an ant. It was only upon closer inspection that I realised it was a tick.
Now, it’s flared up, the spot where the tick used to be – and I think the little bastard’s head’s still under my skin.
Three things you don’t do, folks:
1) Go to Queensland for Army training – there are ticks in the woods there.
2) Pluck a tick off your skin – leaves the little bastard’s head under your skin.
3) Look up the internet to explain symptoms of tick bites – brings out your inner hypochondriac.
Damn right they should appreciate NSmen’s contribution to the nation!