Ticks are so, so disgusting. In the middle of the night last night I got up for a drink of water, and while I passed my dog on my way back to bed, I gave her a pat, and found - aiieeeee! - a fatty tick on the top of her head. GROSS. Of course I couldn't just let it go until morning, so I operated, with the tweezers and the Neosporin. It freaked both me and the dog out, and we were both jumping all over the place, wigging out. We were glad when that thing finally got flushed. I have been feeling itchy ever since.
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