We just came in from a fun day of playing outside. For some reason, I don't know why, I just say thank you Jesus, I rubbed the back of Izzy's head as we were walking in the house and realized she had a wood tick feasting on her. I screamed, and my neighbor Megan looked and quickly ran (her and her pregnant self) over to see what it was. I did this ridiculous Heeby Jeeby dance in a circle and tried to be calm so Isabelle didn't get freaked out. I took a deep breath and told her in a clam whisper that there was a tick on the back of her head. She (Megan) like a champ, asked where, lifted Izzy's hair and then pulled the thing out without batting a eye.
I hate ticks! I have a friend Margaret that also does the heeby jeeby dance at the talk or thought of ticks! Margaret, I thought you would appreciate my story and sympathize with me.