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Well, I reached another pinnacle of joy in motherhood this week. I pulled my first tick out of my daughter's delicate little scalp. That was a pleasant sight, let me tell you. There I was, innocently combing my child's hair, when all of a sudden I felt a tiny lump at the apex. Hmmm. She must've gotten food in her hair (again). I leaned in to get a closer look. No. Not food.

This little lump had six legs, a big flat body, and, presumably, some nasty, disease carrying mandibles embedded in Mim's head. (About like C in the picture) No, I didn't flip out. I've seen ticks before, of course. You know, on animals. Or other people. Not my baby. But I didn't flip out. I calmly called my mother-in-law and she handed me over to my father-in-law and he gave me clear simple instructions for removing the beast. They worked very well. Just for reference, those instructions were to grasp him as close to the skin as possible with a pair of fine tweezers and pull, slow but steady. Sure enough, the nasty critter came out, with a tiny bite of my one and only daughter's flesh still in it's mouth. I wrapped him up in an alcohol pad and stuck him in the refrigerator. You know, just in case, because I'm not paranoid or anything.

Anyway, that should him a thing or two, the little blood-sucking parasite.