We had an interesting adventure today. Interesting in the sense of "something I don't want to do ever again."
Last night, when I was tucking Ryan into bed, I noticed a black spot on the inside of his ear, up inside where the top of the outer ear folds over, you know? I assumed it was paint left over from The Messy Party (pictures soon, I promise!). Since it was so late and he really needed to get to sleep, I decided I'd wash his ear in the morning.
So, this morning, he set up an "office" next to my desk in the kitchen, looking sharp, ready to help me do my work. We set about making a grocery list (I spelled, he wrote). Then I caught a glimpse of that spot on his ear again. I reached out to brush it away--and then it moved.
OMG. It was a tick. A tick tick tick tick tick. EEEEWWWWWW.
I remained totally composed. "Oh, that's a tick!" I said.
Well, see, here's the thing. Ryan had no idea that there were such creatures in the world, just a-waiting to drink his own personal delicious blood. And stick themselves on to his skin so tightly that even Mommy can't just take it right off.
I have to admit . . . if that had happened to me when I was 6, I might have wigged out a little, too. I had to answer about a zillion questions about ticks right at that very moment and he made me look up a picture of one on the internet. EEEWWWWW! He was half-interested, half-crying. Morgan was more than a little concerned.
I didn't feel comfortable trying to remove it myself, since it really was lodged in an awkward area. Also, I thought a doc might be able to help us identify it. TOTALLY worth the co-pay. Truly.
My neighbor came and got Miss M and I took a super-freaked-out little boy to Urgent Care. He cried and cried and begged me to call Brendan to see if he would meet us. Which Brendan did, because he's a super-good daddy, even though I know he had tons of work to do.
By the way, the instant Brendan walked in the door at Urgent Care, Ryan was Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky-Super-Talky-Nontraumatized Guy. Hmph. I did all the hard stuff, like 'splainin' about ticks and dragging him to the doc--and Brendan waltzes in like a Big Damn Hero and the child is all smiles. Double Hmph.
Anyway, the tickectomy went well, minimal pain and discomfort. It's a dog tick--which I correctly identified thanks to the internets.
But! But but but but but! The doctor did not kill the tick, but rather stuck it in a specimen jar for us to keep.
Say it with me: EEEEWWWWWW! (I wasn't there for the procedure, having left to pick up Morgan. I'd like to think that I would have put a stop to that nonsense.)
Ryan wants to keep it as a pet. He's named it Ryan the Tick.
I suspect that we'll have to let Ryan the Tick out into the wild tomorrow because . . . just . . . ew.