They are gross, disgusting, sneaky, vile creatures. Just waiting to take advantage of unsuspecting and suspecting victims.
My first encounter with one of these ninja blood suckers was when I was six. I was with a group called "Sparks" and we were visiting a camp during the late spring. We had gone on a hike, shaking a jar full of cream the entire time until it turned into butter. When we got back to a cabin, I had to use the bathroom.
That's when I found it.
In the worst possible place, right where most people should never see, was a tick. It was already burrowing it's wicked little head into me and I was screaming my face off as soon as I spotted it. My group leader swiftly threw open the door and calmly helped me get the tick off.
Though traumatized, I was thankful.
I'm still thankful :)
Yesterday was my second encounter. A friend and I decided that we would go out and hike some woodland trails. When we got to the trails it was raining quite hard and I asked my friend if it was tick season. She told me it was and we carried on our hike anyways, thinking the rain would keep most of the little fiends away.
An hour and a half later, we finished our hike and went back to my friend's place to watch a movie. She told me later that she was picking off ticks while we were watching but didn't bother to tell me because she thought I would freak out.
I'm not sure if I am thankful or not because when I got home, or when I showered I guess, I found three ticks on me! They weren't quite attached yet, but they were getting there. I quickly found a fine-toothed comb and put it through my hair as thoroughly as I thought was necessary. Feeling clean and tick-free, I washed my hiking clothes and continued on with my day. It was about 3:00pm at the time.
At 9:20pm I was playing a game of cribbage with my Dad and I felt something crawling in my shirt. I found another tick! These things are masters of stealth or something crazy like that. So I had my sister check my hair again for me. She found nothing so I went to bed in relative peace.
This morning while driving to church, I felt something on my arm. ANOTHER TICK! Great, I thought, they've infested my car too! I didn't bother to touch the tick until I got to the church. I was too freaked out to touch it anyways. So I tried to get it with my keys but it fell between the seats. I had to leave it until later.
On my way to soccer after church, the tick had managed to crawl on my and settle on my neck. I didn't hesitate to throw it out the window that time. Then, after soccer, I washed my car and vacuumed it out completely. Now I hope that I am officially tick-free. But you never know...
Feeling creepy-crawly? I sure am!
My first encounter with one of these ninja blood suckers was when I was six. I was with a group called "Sparks" and we were visiting a camp during the late spring. We had gone on a hike, shaking a jar full of cream the entire time until it turned into butter. When we got back to a cabin, I had to use the bathroom.
That's when I found it.
In the worst possible place, right where most people should never see, was a tick. It was already burrowing it's wicked little head into me and I was screaming my face off as soon as I spotted it. My group leader swiftly threw open the door and calmly helped me get the tick off.
Though traumatized, I was thankful.
I'm still thankful :)
Yesterday was my second encounter. A friend and I decided that we would go out and hike some woodland trails. When we got to the trails it was raining quite hard and I asked my friend if it was tick season. She told me it was and we carried on our hike anyways, thinking the rain would keep most of the little fiends away.
An hour and a half later, we finished our hike and went back to my friend's place to watch a movie. She told me later that she was picking off ticks while we were watching but didn't bother to tell me because she thought I would freak out.
I'm not sure if I am thankful or not because when I got home, or when I showered I guess, I found three ticks on me! They weren't quite attached yet, but they were getting there. I quickly found a fine-toothed comb and put it through my hair as thoroughly as I thought was necessary. Feeling clean and tick-free, I washed my hiking clothes and continued on with my day. It was about 3:00pm at the time.
At 9:20pm I was playing a game of cribbage with my Dad and I felt something crawling in my shirt. I found another tick! These things are masters of stealth or something crazy like that. So I had my sister check my hair again for me. She found nothing so I went to bed in relative peace.
This morning while driving to church, I felt something on my arm. ANOTHER TICK! Great, I thought, they've infested my car too! I didn't bother to touch the tick until I got to the church. I was too freaked out to touch it anyways. So I tried to get it with my keys but it fell between the seats. I had to leave it until later.
On my way to soccer after church, the tick had managed to crawl on my and settle on my neck. I didn't hesitate to throw it out the window that time. Then, after soccer, I washed my car and vacuumed it out completely. Now I hope that I am officially tick-free. But you never know...
Feeling creepy-crawly? I sure am!
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