Lately, I've spent a lot of time gazing into eyes. Specifically, puppy eyes. The 9 pups of Georgia's litter are in that lovely 4+ week old stage where they can and do make direct, unflinching, clear, steady eye contact. No prompts necessary. No training or treats -- just show up, be there, and these puppies seek out the contact.
In my travels, I am often driven around by very nice people who wouldn't dream of being rude to me but think nothing of answering their cell phones, texting or even using their GPS while driving me. It is frightening, dangerous, and ultimately deeply selfish behavior -- no call or text or input to a machine matters more than the lives of others around you, even if you're willing to risk your own life and that of your passengers.
Few things can make my skin crawl quite like ticks.
When we lived in New Jersey, ticks were everywhere. When you watched TV at our house, you also were checking dogs for ticks. Settle down to watch a movie? Grab a baby food jar full of alcohol in which to drown your finds. Ick, ick, ick.