Petey and I were coming back from Kazoo yesterday and I scratched what I thought was . . . I'm really not sure what I thought it was - but it was a bump at the back of my neck at the hairline.
I performed fingernail surgery without giving it a second thought.
That was until I saw a damn tick wedged underneath said fingernail.
I did not shriek. I did not swear (very unusual for me) nor did I cry out in any way. I'm pretty sure I didn't - time kind of stopped for me.
I kept that bad boy pinched between my thumb and forefinger until we could pull into a parking lot whereupon Petey squished it in a piece of paper. We went into the market and I got a zip bag from the deli and dropped Mr.Tick into it for safe keeping.
I don't panic about that kind of thing but the stories on the news and some personal experience with friends and family had me worried about Lyme disease.
I called the health department today and spoke to a wonderful nurse who told me to email a picture of the little bugger.
I put him in my hillbilly light booth and snapped away. Guess what, the damn thing was still alive! And I thought roaches and palmetto bugs were hard to kill.
The nurse (Erin) got back to me right away and said it looked like the common "dog" or "wood" tick (is there supposed to be a "k" there or not? Never mind, I don't really care) and they don't carry Lyme but she'd be sending the picture along to MSU for confirmation anyway.
I wouldn't have known to call the health department if my Jazz buddy, Kendra, hadn't told me to so, THANKS, KENDRA!!!
All this before a holiday. Whew.