creepy crawlies
Most of you know me well enough to know that bugs don't bother me. In fact, I'm that wierd girl who tries to protect the spider everyone else is trying to stomp on. In fact, the thought of a bee sting doesn't really scare me that much anymore. Keeping this in mind...
I babysat last night. It was actually really fun, as I hadn't seen these kids in a while and I used to practically nanny for them in high school. (especially amusing, the boy, who is now 12 or 13 has apparently become politically aware. Everytime something happens that he doesn't like he refers to it as a 'George Bush', even telling me that George Bush looks like a squashed pancake. No, he doesn't come from a left-wing family at all...) Anyway, we played outside for most of the time I was there. The grass is really long and fun to roll around in, but mostly we played on the swings.
So I got home, spent some time with Jess, who's home for the summer and I crawled in bed.
This morning I woke up and went to take a shower. That's when I saw it. THE TICK. It had burrowed itself into the most unlikely spot just below my armpit, and died there. (probably from the stench) I'll admit it- I screamed. Then I grabbed a pair of tweezers and tried to pry it off me, freaking out all the while. When I finally got it out, I noticed another black spot on my hip. Another scream. Another frantic grab for the tweezers, all the while wondering, how the hell it managed to burrow there. I was wearing long jeans and a long sleeve shirt. How the hell did it bite my lower hip, of all places? *shudders* I can handle pretty much anything... but ticks scare the bejesus outta me. And it really freaks me out to know they'd probably been there since six o clock the evening before. EW. Luckily they were the big ones, not the little deer ticks that carry lime disease. But my gosh it gave me a scare. Moral of the story: even when your clothing covers you entirely- check for ticks.
I babysat last night. It was actually really fun, as I hadn't seen these kids in a while and I used to practically nanny for them in high school. (especially amusing, the boy, who is now 12 or 13 has apparently become politically aware. Everytime something happens that he doesn't like he refers to it as a 'George Bush', even telling me that George Bush looks like a squashed pancake. No, he doesn't come from a left-wing family at all...) Anyway, we played outside for most of the time I was there. The grass is really long and fun to roll around in, but mostly we played on the swings.
So I got home, spent some time with Jess, who's home for the summer and I crawled in bed.
This morning I woke up and went to take a shower. That's when I saw it. THE TICK. It had burrowed itself into the most unlikely spot just below my armpit, and died there. (probably from the stench) I'll admit it- I screamed. Then I grabbed a pair of tweezers and tried to pry it off me, freaking out all the while. When I finally got it out, I noticed another black spot on my hip. Another scream. Another frantic grab for the tweezers, all the while wondering, how the hell it managed to burrow there. I was wearing long jeans and a long sleeve shirt. How the hell did it bite my lower hip, of all places? *shudders* I can handle pretty much anything... but ticks scare the bejesus outta me. And it really freaks me out to know they'd probably been there since six o clock the evening before. EW. Luckily they were the big ones, not the little deer ticks that carry lime disease. But my gosh it gave me a scare. Moral of the story: even when your clothing covers you entirely- check for ticks.