I suspect that Wurm is reading my mind. Finding my darkest fears and bringing them forth in a sort of virtual revenge- for what I don't know. Maybe Wurm is like the Borg Collective: all knowing. Whatever the case last night as I was grooming my (virtual) horse the following message- which had never before appeared- came to me:
You pull a tick off Adolescent Fat Horse and squeeze it.
World Of Ticks has definitely gone viral.