 One time, it had to be around, it was around Memorial Day weekend. This would be well over, this was about 40 years ago when I was heavy into metal detecting. And I was down up on Route 5 by Malvern Hill. And I was in the woods, and I was in all these fields. And I stopped counting after about 50. I took 50 ticks. I had so many ticks on me, it was unbelievable. And I just felt like real funky for a couple of days, which I do anyway, usually, so I don't know if it was the ticks.