This weekend we scouted Long Island and I got a horrible flashback from when we shot Blackballed (my craft service guy got Lyme Disease from the shoot.) During our pancake breakfast Chad discovered a little friend trying to bury himself in his arm. It turned out to be a deer tick. We headed into town, got some tweezers and removed it - now Chad needs to muster up the courage and face a needle for a blood test. Do it today, CHAD.
