I thought I’d found one of the skin tags we find on our bodies when we get older, little loose, floppy pieces of skin, but just now, after soaking in a long, warm bath, I was looking in the mirror and thought. ‘That’s a mole!’ I got my magnifying mirror and the things had moving legs. I realized I’d taken two showers and usually DO NOT LOOK IN A MIRROR (why look at fat arms?)
After running to get whatever I could think of to make the little bug let go of me, I first found Apple Cider Vinegar, than a cube of ice, than I remembered that liquid dish detergent is supposed to make them let go. I was convinced this little devil was not going to win and take my blood and be all fat and happy!
Then I realized I had been feeling nauseous for a couple of days and then I felt scared. I asked Phil to Google: How to release a tick. He began to read out loud to me…the history of a tick… I yelled, ‘Will you just get to the part of how to remove it?’ Sure enough it said to soak a cotton ball with liquid detergent and several minutes later the tick should release.
Finally, I handed him the tweezers and he says, ‘It’s an active little bug!’
I screamed, ‘Just shut up and take hold of the blasted thing!’ I was thinking to myself that my PTSD about a tick attached to my body had already reach a level 10!
He finally pulled the wiggling tick out and it’s still very much alive! Now the wonder of this is that I never take time for a relaxing bath, and only did so because my granddaughter made me bath salts for my Mother’s Day gift at school. I always rush after a shower and never take the time to inspect my body. I’m glad for the homemade baths salts because I probably would’ve left the tick in for who knows show long!
The little brown, devil tick was immediately put into a sandwich bag because I wanted it to die a slow death.
So far, so good about my diagnosis, and I think I’ll be ok, but if you want to go ahead and be thinking of nice things you could say about me,… now may be a good time!