Icky Indeed

Icky is one of those words that is over used in this house. Whatever you don’t want the kids to put in their mouths, which is damn near everything, you scream out “ICKY!” and they suddenly put it down declaring that it is, indeed, icky.

Rocks, bouncy balls that have some how escaped their big sister’s bedroom, food that’s been in the dog’s mouth, dog food (the have even sampled it and like it… Iams natural something or other… not just for the pups!), their sister’s feet… the list goes on and on.

Today, while I was making lunch Megan came up to the gate that blocks off the kitchen (see above about the dog food). She held something up and kept yelling “ICKY!!” at me. I glanced over and thought it was a rock that came off one of the shoes. I told her that it was icky and to throw it on the floor in the kitchen so I could put it back outside where it belonged.

Then…. I saw it move.

It was a HUGE wood tick. One that had lived on the dog for a good period of time before it couldn’t hold on any longer because it’s little legs were much too short for it’s massive, blood filled body. Have I put you off your dinner yet?

I ran over and hit it out of her hand before she decided to see if it was really icky by putting it in her mouth. I told her that it was VERY VERY ICKY and that she did a GREAT JOB bringing it to mommy. I then searched the kitchen for this monster. I found it on it’s back next to the dog.

I carefully picked it up with a paper towel and brought it to the trash can. Before I dropped it in thoughts of it crawling out and attacking us in our sleep crossed through my mind. So, I wadded the paper towel around and around the wood tick and pressed it up against the wall until I heard a very loud pop. Quickly I threw the paper towel in the garbage and called my husband to share the story.

Why should I be the only one who couldn’t handle having lunch because of a wood tick? I share because I care. Really.

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