Nothing like waking up on a Friday morning to a tick walking across your arm. YUCK! I am officially grossed out.
I know this testifies to my prissy, non-farmgirl status; that I'm skirmish at the sight of a bug. But it was in my bed!
I can now kill a cockroach on sight. I can smash a spider without screaming, as long as it hasn't touched me. I can swat a wasp out of midair.
BUT A TICK IN MY BED? I have to draw the line somewhere.
I feel like they are all over me right now. Gotta go change the sheets...
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