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Tick talk

May 27, 2008
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Ian was in Missouri all weekend, camping with G&G and his cousin Maggie. They got home yesterday around 1:30, a good time had by all. More or less. If you take into account the snake that fell out of a tree into Peggy & Maggie’s canoe. Don’t worry, Maggs, I would have shit my pants and then screamed like a little girl. You’re braver than I am- you ARE a little girl, and at least you didn’t poop.

Anyway, fast forward to about 8:45pm last night. Ian had showered and was in his room, lying on the floor, reading, getting ready for bed. All of a sudden, he says, “Eeeeewwwwww! That was in my hair!” I go into his room to see the ant or spider I was expecting, only to find a friggin’ tick crawling across the floor.

To his credit, he didn’t freak out nearly like I would have expected him to, so he really was quite easy to “calm down”. I instantly started checking his melon for more (there weren’t any), Dawn disposes of the lawyer tick (sorry, wrong blood-sucking parasite), and all is returned to normal.

Except for the fact that this tick was flat (not round and full o’ Ian’s blood) and was crawling around (not dug into his scalp).

Which means it couldn’t have been there very long.

Which means it could have come from our very own back yard, where Ian and Adam played for a while last evening before shower time.

Crap.

But then, if it had come from our yard, wouldn’t we have found them long before now? Dawn said after her impromptu tick research on the interwebs that it was not a deer tick but rather a tick more prevalent in dogs, a tick that is found most often in grass. Wouldn’t we have seen them on our dog long before now? Yeah, our dog does get tick treatment regularly, but still.

So now I get to sit and wonder either how that tick lived on Ian’s scalp for a minimum of 24 hours without getting itself dug in, or else whether we’ve got some serious pest control issues in our backyard.

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  1. May 27, 2008 11:51 pm

    well, it is their turf. and yeah, just glad it’s not a deer tick.

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