The photo above shows one attached to Jamie’s foot. I had trouble taking the photo because the woman was screeching like a banshee.
“Forget the damn photo and get this thing off my foot!”
I shook a little table salt — which had been generously provided by Tea Trails before we set out on our hike — on the bloodthirsty little bugger and he immediately curled up into a little ball, relaxed his grip, and dropped off.
I don’t know what she was screaming about. He didn’t even draw any blood. And by the way, any stories she tells about me squealing like a little girl when a leech attached itself to my leg are completely untrue.