This year too. I got bit by a deer tick on Sunday, hopefully I don't get Lyme disease or babesiosis.

One time we were camping on Steens Mountain in Oregon, and it was tick season. Ticks were everywhere. We could see them crawling on the ground and bushes as we hiked, and we stopped many times to search our self for them. Every time we saw one on us, we would yell, "Tick Attack! Tick Attack!" Around the campfire one night I had my boots off and saw a tick crawling on my bare toe. I said to Bill, “Look, tick attack a toe.” At the time it was the funniest words ever spoken around a campfire.
By the time we stopped rolling on the ground laughing, we had them all over us. And yes, wine and weed were involved too.

Works well, she's never had a tick and we have a backyard backed up to woods.

This Winter was insanely mild. Mildest of my lifetime.