Friday, September 12, 2008

The Tick Story...


I was about Zoey's age when I found this huge blood filled tick on my dog Fritz. It had probably been on him for a week...it was so engorged that it's head couldn't hold onto his skin anymore...I just found him wallowing around on the dog. I picked him off and ran into my mom's room where she was getting ready for work in the bathroom.

"Mom, look at this tick I found on Fritz!"

She skwirmed and looked away in disgust but sternly commanded, "JoAndrea...get rid of that thing now!"


I flushed him down the toilet and returned to my breakfast in the kitchen. I was eating Raisin Bran at the time and couldn't help but notice how much the raisins looked like big ole fat ticks. I chuckled to myself as I sucked the sugar off one of them and ran back to Mom..........

"Mom, look I found another one!"

"They are disgusting...just get rid of it!"

"Okay..." so I popped it into my mouth and began to chew as her face turned a cool shade of green and she almost puked in her hands...mission accomplished!