One place I wasn't expecting to see any wildlife was on my daughter, Anna. I was holding her on my lap last night, comforting some bump or bruise, when I discovered that Spring had finally happened and that she had a tick.
I grew up in the country. I know about ticks. They don't make me even a little squeamish. But I should specify that I am mostly used to your standard wood tick. My darling Anna had somehow managed to pick up a deer tick. And this bugger meant business. I don't think I've ever seen a wood tick so intent. I thought that a gentle tug would take care of the little guy, but apparently I was wrong. I got his body alright, but not his head. I haven't had a Parental Freak-out Overload moment like that in a long while. The area was already red looking and I should mention that in our region Lyme's Disease is a very real danger.
The end result was a 7:45 pm doctor's appointment, right at little Anna's bedtime. I got her into her little pink sleeper--yes, the fleece one with the footies--and put her hair up into pig tales so that the doctor could see the bite. She was adorable in the waiting room, cheerfully chomping her sugar cookie and smiling at the other patients. I was miserable because, in my experience, the more adorable the kids are in the waiting room, the more painful and unhappy their visit with the doctor will be. It's a Law of the Universe.
The appointment was as you would expect it to be. She was such a trooper at first, but eventually the removal procedure just got to be too much. She crumbled her cookie and sobbed--well you can imagine. Poor thing. The doctor couldn't get it all out, either, but said that there was only a tiny bit left that would most likely work itself out over the next few days. She was put on amoxicillin (yea for her--she loves medicine, boo-hoo for me--I hate keeping track of it) and was in bed by (eye roll) nine o'clock.
At the end of her appointment she sat on my lap, looked at me, and said, "That was a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad BUG!"
That's right, baby. It was a BAD BUG. Poor thing!