October 19, 2005
Tick tock
Who knew the Dutch countryside could be so dangerous? While in the Achterhoek for a weekend we spent an uncommonly sunny autumn day walking through the woods around Montferland. Jacob astounded us by walking 5 of the 15kms we covered himself on his very-own-two-year-old-legs and as usual revelled in what passes for wide-open-spaces in this part of the world. Most of the day was spent searching for mushrooms. On the discovery of red mushroom with white spots we were all compelled to gather around and sing Kabouter Spillebeen.
Jacob also learnt that while he could admire mushrooms and even accost them with Dutch nursery rhymes he mustn't touch them ("niet aankommen") We know he took this to heart because he reminded Oma of the danger of touching mushrooms oh, at least 387 times? "oma, paddestoelen, niet aankomen!"
It was only once we were back in Amsterdam that we discovered Jacob had bought home with him his very own little friend. A tick, nestled snuggly into his upperthigh. The tick has been released into the sewers of De Pijp (probably to re-emerge as the-super-tick-that-ate-Amsterdam) and we are now breathlessly waiting for signs of Lime disease. Will he turn green?
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