I am such a girl

[jillithian]

The wood tick season has officially opened as of last night.

I am ever so happy that Tim had the night off last night. He was out golfing with the CMPP in the cold.

I took the dog to the dog park yesterday evening and we walked home. It was cold out.

Tim comes home later and, as he is giving the flups scritches, he finds a wood tick having dinner on her neck.

Insert Jill screaming and pushing the dog away.

Tim successfully removes the wood tick and burns it with a match out on the deck.

After putting a flea and tick collar on her that I had bought recently for just such an occasion, we go downstairs to flip some channels (Monday night tv is crap, by the way. I wasn't missing much when I had class.) I'm tired and when I get tired, I rub my face. And last night, as I rubbed my face, I felt a bump that seemed similar to a scab right in my hair line.

Insert Jill screaming and flailing about. I quickly threw the hoodie I was wearing on the ground.

Tim was nice enough to get the tick off of me and inspect the rest of my hair for any other pets I may have picked up. He didn't find any more and I was sufficiently grossed out by myself.

I really hope the ticks aren't out in Canada yet. *wince*

Comments

[revjim.livejournal.com]

Girl or no, I'd have screamed my head off. I've seen a tick crawling on my clothes before and handled myself well. But, to have it sucking on my BRAIN... that'd be too much.