As soon as the daffodils pop up, ticks wake up hungry. They’ve been dormant all winter, saving up their appetite. By March, they’re ravenous and ready to latch onto anything warm-blooded.
April and May are prime time. That’s when you’re out hiking, gardening, or just lying in the grass. Ticks love the exact same weather you do: not too hot, not too cold, with a bit of moisture. It’s like we’re having a picnic—and we’re the main course.
Then summer hits—and it gets weird
June, July, and August are peak tick season. But here’s the funny part: ticks hate direct sunlight. They’re like pale goths at a beach party. They hide in long grass, bushes, and leaf litter, waiting for you to brush past.
So when you strip off after a summer walk? Check your socks. Check your waistband. Ticks love warm, dark places—like behind your knees, in your armpits, or even your belly button. Yes, really. They have zero sense of personal space.
