Here is the first-ever EIH blog multiple choice question…
What question would you least prefer to hear asked from your next door neighbor at approximately 3 in the afternoon?
a. Can I borrow a stick of butter?
b. Will you collect my newspaper while I’m on vacation?
c. Do you have an extra egg I could use?
d. Will you please remove the tick that is lodged in my lower back that I’m unable to reach?
Okay, I’m going out on a limb, and answer for our next door neighbor. D. Why’d I choose D. you say? Only because I in fact asked this very question today.
(Tell me, how happy are you that you’re not my next door neighbor?)
The boys and I went on a fun summer morning hike with some incredibly fun moms and kids from my eMoms group. See the fun we had?!?
On bug inspector patrol!
Cal showing his exciting new friends!
Jake getting up and personal with the turtle!
The fun ended when we got home. I, like any momma monkey would do, inspected her young. Unfortunately I found a tick stuck to Cal in the “ahem…”, area. After my brief spazz session and the successful removal, I found yet another one, this time on my lower back. Yes, I thought about removing it myself as my pride is thicker than the mascara that once coated Tamy Faye Baker’s lashes. But as a woman who’s been there, done that, got the “bulls-eye” mark/t-shirt/month long antibiotic Lyme’s prescription three years ago, I wanted this done promptly and properly.
Yes, our neighbor agreed to my insane request. Yes, I rambled on embarrassed to be asking such a question. Yes, we sanitized, considered and tried their dog’s tick removal tools. Yes, our neighbor removed it. Yes, Dave’s is still enjoying the humor factor of my precarious position. Yes, my neighbor has made one hysterical reference hours after the extraction to the effect, “the doctor is in”…which, (considering he’s a West Virginia University graduate) is humorous. Yes, I’m completely confused, what’s the deal…(RANT WARNING!) I used the organic/natural bug repellent cause the DEET products will make our offspring grow an additional limb, third eyeball, or something like that…which probably won’t matter because we regularly drink water from plastic bottles which are also cancer causing. I’m dizzy just thinking about it all!
Anyhoo, just gotta keep living life, roll with the punches and pray for a sane, steady-handed neighbor, each move! Our neighbor Brent sure got the short end of the stick but we Finks sure didn’t! Fergie may be Fergalicious, but the Finks appear to be tick-a-licious!
And I’m left wondering, how do you protect yourself and kids from the critters?!?!
