Tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick...Al and I just chillin' on the sofa, minding our own business, chatting, drinking tea. The work day is over and we are happy to be safe and sound at home and enjoying each other's company. Al absent-mindedly brushes at his arm, then does the Oh-my-god-there-is-a-bug-on-me!! dance, then does the OHSHITIT'SATICK!!! flip out. Lucky for him it hadn't taken a bite yet. The unfortunate tick quickly met its demise.
Tick...Cruising down the highway-well, ok, down a suburban road-laughing and talking and singing along with the radio. I come up to a stop sign and realize there is a bug crawling up the inside of the windshield. Upon taking a closer look I realize it is the cousin to the tick that met an early end the previous week. I come to a complete stop and make Al snatch it up, execute it and fling it out the window. I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. I've seen maybe 2-3 ticks in my entire life and now I've seen two in one week.
Tick...I plop down on my comfy sofa, preparing to read the evening paper. The daughter plops down on the other couch and suddenly lets out several bloodcurdling screams. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! MOM MOM AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! A TICK A TICK A TICK!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! My first instinct is to leap to the rescue and she is pointing to a tick on her ankle, at the same time as she is trying to get said ankle as far away from herself as she possibly can. OK, I have never had to take a tick out of someone. Especially someone who is flipped out hysterical. I keep calm and try to talk her down a bit; the first person I call is not home, so I decide to call Uncle Dan. Uncle Dan is wonderful, he describes several ways to remove the creepy little bugger as Daughter sobs in the background. Finally Uncle Dan offers to remove it himself, so we drive the five minutes there and present ourselves at his door. I lead Daughter in, sit her at a dining room chair, and Uncle Dan pulls up another chair like he's a doctor or something-- he just had that air about him. He picked up her leg as she's begging him not to hurt her, and he actually makes her laugh through her tears as he pulls the tick out of her flesh. Ick ick and gross.
Daughter is still weirded out by the whole thing but has calmed down and is now reading herself to sleep. I sit here pondering whether I want to go outside anymore this summer...
Tick...Cruising down the highway-well, ok, down a suburban road-laughing and talking and singing along with the radio. I come up to a stop sign and realize there is a bug crawling up the inside of the windshield. Upon taking a closer look I realize it is the cousin to the tick that met an early end the previous week. I come to a complete stop and make Al snatch it up, execute it and fling it out the window. I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. I've seen maybe 2-3 ticks in my entire life and now I've seen two in one week.
Tick...I plop down on my comfy sofa, preparing to read the evening paper. The daughter plops down on the other couch and suddenly lets out several bloodcurdling screams. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! MOM MOM AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! A TICK A TICK A TICK!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! My first instinct is to leap to the rescue and she is pointing to a tick on her ankle, at the same time as she is trying to get said ankle as far away from herself as she possibly can. OK, I have never had to take a tick out of someone. Especially someone who is flipped out hysterical. I keep calm and try to talk her down a bit; the first person I call is not home, so I decide to call Uncle Dan. Uncle Dan is wonderful, he describes several ways to remove the creepy little bugger as Daughter sobs in the background. Finally Uncle Dan offers to remove it himself, so we drive the five minutes there and present ourselves at his door. I lead Daughter in, sit her at a dining room chair, and Uncle Dan pulls up another chair like he's a doctor or something-- he just had that air about him. He picked up her leg as she's begging him not to hurt her, and he actually makes her laugh through her tears as he pulls the tick out of her flesh. Ick ick and gross.
Daughter is still weirded out by the whole thing but has calmed down and is now reading herself to sleep. I sit here pondering whether I want to go outside anymore this summer...
Comments
What in the world is going on? Like you, I've seen more ticks this year than I've seen in my entire life!
I'm sorry, that's so incredibly annoying!
Tick-tock, tick-tock...