Get Your Head Out Of My Ass

This weekend Nature attacked again.

I rubbed my hand across my leg and felt something hard.  I took a look and a tick had burrowed itself into my upper thigh.

I showed it to Emily, “Mom, how can YOU be so calm?”

“It’s nothing.  It’s just a tick.  Call your Dad,” I handed Em the phone.

“Dad, mom has a tick in her butt and she isn’t talking.  I think you need to come home,” she whispered into the phone.

“She’s not talking?” Thomas asked.

“No.”

“That’s bad.  I’ll be right there.”

After removing the tick we stuck it in a baggie and into the freezer.

 Once again, Nature stinks!

Minus the possibility of Lyme disease, which of these icky bloodsuckers would you rather have stuck to your body?  A leech or a tick?