So, yesterday, I discovered I had a tick on my leg... and in true "I'm not an outdoorsy girl" fashion, I completely freaked out. I am serious. It was such a tragedy. Here is this wee little thing like a giant sesame seed that sluffed off a whopper and onto my thigh.... that is usually where whoppers go (eventually anyway) Not that I get naked and rub whoppers on why thigh.... wow... I cant clean up this statement no matter what I do. Anyway... I see this thing... really tiny ... on my thigh and I freak out... I scratch at it with my nails... and its ass end goes up in the air, it's head still buried in my flesh. I am panting like a damn dog. I was so grossed out that I woudl have been embarassed if someone had seen me.
So, I call my Dad who tells me to set him on fire with a cigarette. That idea was a no go... I want him dead .. on the spot. Dad then tells me to paint him with fingernail polish... he will suffocate and fall out. Again, this was a no go. I wanted him out - immediately.
So, I call Jill. She is pretty outdoorsy. She would know what to do. She tells me to grab him with tweezers and yank him out. I puffed and moaned and smoked a few cigarettes while staring at my leg and contemplating my options... and finally, I tweezed him. I stuck his tiny little ass in a ziploc bag and brought him to work for inspection. Apparently, a tick is like a tapeworm - you have to kill the head.
Ah, but in greater news.... my new study is starting up. YAY! Ah, I need to enroll some patients!!! WOo HOO!
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