From spring to fall, they wait, perched on tall grass, brush, or leaves. On the lookout for any animal (or human) passing within reach to cling to it and feed on its blood. Piroplasmosis, hemorrhagic fever are so many little “gifts” that they can carry in their luggage. When the time comes for them to sustain themselves on the backs of our companions (… or ours). Small point on the identity, the way of life.…