Alright this story is about the tick but it’s the real tick not the cartoon and comic book character shown above. Over the weekend one breached the comfort of our home riding piggy back on our 7 year olds body.
Ronnie yelled for me to come downstairs (which is nothing new) so I didn’t know what to expect. Chores? Instructions on putting something together? A lifetime movie I’m supposed to find intereting? Nah… she wanted me to look behind our daughters ear and see if that was a tick.
Daddy daycare took control of the situation and Ronnie jetted upstairs. There was a little black mark on the floor from her non-skid rubber soles. Lol. After a few minutes of yelling up to Ronnie that it was a scab and not a tick I realized oh snap… it was a tick.
Now I live in the suburbs but it’s not the country so I’ve never seen one plus I don’t do dogs. All of these old wives tales of what to do starting going through my mind. Turn in clockwise? What was I supposed to put on it, Vaseline? Somebody said something about lighting a match. Instead of conjuring up any of these solutions I just got a napkin and pulled it out. It tried to put up a fight but finally gave in.
After it was done I looked up some info on the net and was surprised to see that every site I went onto said not to do all of the things I’ve heard before. No burning, no Vaseline, etc… They instruct you to just pull it out. So who would have known I was doing the right thing.
BMWK family, did you know that stuff was the wrong things to do? What wives tales have you found out to be ill advised? Should my wife had stayed with us to check on her baby girl instead of jetting upsairs…lol?