So, as I have mentioned before, my family and I have 4 cats and a dog. These animals are all indoor/outdoor (meaning they come and go at their scratching/barking/meowing leisure). There is a harsh reality about having pets that no one talks about: ticks. That’s right, no matter how much you treat your yard and your pets, they will still find their way on them… And sometimes in your house.

I used to be the kind of girl that would have to get someone else to get ticks off the dog when I found one, but there are occasions when no one else is around now, and I don’t want those awful things staying on my poor babies… So I have learned to woman up and do it myself. By woman up I mean grabbing a tissue and removing the tick as quickly as possible, then running to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet.

Will you please check me for ticks?

Fast forward to this morning… I’ve mentioned before that I get up earlier than anyone else in the house. This morning, I got up and stumbled half awake through the house to the bathroom, phone in hand. As I was scrolling through my Facebook feeds and sitting on the toilet, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. ON. MY. ARM!

I jumped up, dropped the phone on the bathroom counter, and attempted to remove it. But I couldn’t. It was on my right arm, and for some reason (probably something to do with the fact that I wasn’t fully awake yet), my left hand wasn’t grabbing the thing good enough. I swear, I could feel the thing digging in deeper…

Then I freaked out more. I ran from the bathroom, back to the bedroom with the hubs, and the following conversation happened:

Me- “Baby, I love you, but you have to wake up.”
Hubs- “Just let me sleep one more hour, then I’ll get up and cook.”
Me- “Babe, I’m turning the light on, you have to get up NOW!”
Hubs- “Uh uh!” and pulls covers over his head.
Me- “Baby, I have a f***ing tick on me. You have to get it off. RIGHT. F***ING. NOW!!!”
Hubs- Jumps out of bed. Sees tick, snatches it off, and tears its head off.
Me- “Can you check the rest of me now?”
Hubs- “I’ll check you later. You’ll be fine.”

I’m not sure this is what Brad Paisley had in mind when he made his song… Excuse me while I let Google convince me I’m dying.