Commentary: Climate change is buggin’ me. And you

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By SHELBY FRINK
Capital News Service

LANSING — There’s nothing exotic about deer hunting when you live in a mid-Michigan farming community.

Although it may be a rite of passage for many, it was not for me. I grew up preferring the comforts in life.

And tree stands are not comfortable.

It wasn’t until the seventh grade that family members in Northern Michigan convinced me to accompany them on what was sure to be an extraordinary tale for my hunting friends.

It was hot. Really hot. The sweat dripping down the sides of my body couldn’t be seen for all the layers I wore. But the sweatshirt and jeans protected me from more than thorns and broken branches.

Shelby Frink’s first treed bear.

Anne Proctor

Shelby Frink’s first treed bear.

Before we left that morning, my cousin gave a quick lesson about ticks and how I needed to check my body for them, even with long sleeves.

In my 13-year-old mind, searching for ticks was a side quest in a video game – nothing too important. We were in search of something much more exciting: The American black bear.

We blazed a trail in the direction of the hound dog symphony.

It took at least an hour to get to the dogs and hunters circled around a tree. We tracked the bear all morning. Ticks were the last thing on my mind.

There were casualties: My cousin lost her glasses in the muddy abyss, and I smelled like pickled bologna from the spilled contents in the truck.

And there were rewards: Perched comfortably in a sturdy tree, a beautiful black bear waited for our departure.

This was a training run. Before kill season in the fall, bear hunters train dogs in the summer to follow the bear scent. I tagged along each training season until I was a senior in high school.

In all that time, I never checked for ticks. And I never had one.

Fast forward three years when I helped a college friend clean the side of a highway to honor her deceased mom. I ended up with three ticks on my back. I got them off before they could latch on.

How is it that I’d never saw a tick in six years of hunting through thick woods, but I had three on my back after a day’s worth of highway cleaning?

Michigan’s Lower Peninsula has seen a dramatic increase in ticks in the past 10-15 years, said Howard Russell, an entomologist at Michigan State University. And that’s not without consequences.

Blacklegged ticks, also called deer ticks, can spread Lyme disease to people, said Jean Tsao, an associate professor at MSU’s Department of Fisheries and Wildlife.

According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Lyme disease symptoms can include a fever, headache, fatigue and a rash. Untreated, it can spread to the joints, heart and nervous system.

The Environmental Protection Agency reports evidence that climate change helps ticks spread to areas that once were too cold for them, increasing the chances of people getting Lyme disease.

Deer ticks thrive when temperatures and humidity increase, the EPA reports. Rising temperatures from climate change mean an expanding range of deer tick habitats.

There is likely no silver bullet to stop ticks and tick disease, Tsao said.

Discarding fallen leaves and piles of wood can reduce the risk of ticks in your yard, she said. Hunting deer helps because ticks attach themselves to large animals to survive long enough to lay eggs.

That said, you’d have to kill a lot of deer to affect the number of ticks, Tsao said. One can lay a couple of thousand eggs.

Shelby Frink, on her first bear hunt at age 13.

Anne Proctor

Shelby Frink, on her first bear hunt at age 13.

Climate change increases the chance of people contracting Lyme disease through greater exposure to ticks.

I often associate climate change as harmful to the environment, the economy or recreation. I’d never thought of it as something that can lead to the spread of life-threatening illnesses and nasty bugs.

Gone are the days when I could afford to be naïve about the risks of ticks and Lyme disease. They were once a myth in my mind, but now they’re an occupational hazard.

There may not be a silver bullet, but we can certainly use several normal ones to take down their hosts.

Or better yet, we can hunt the root issue of climate change.

Shelby Frink is a reporter for Great Lakes Echo.

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