The good old Swiss Army Knife came to the rescue, again.
Supposedly, I'm home and sick in bed with one of those wicked colds that even
THERAFLU would have a hard time curing. Honestly, I spent the last 20 hours flat on my back.
When I went to the kitchen this morning for my iced coffee.
ALONG CAME THIS TICK.
He was crawling up my leg, unaware that right there on the kitchen table was
MY SWISS ARMY KNIFE
So, I stealthily slid the tweezers out and grabbed the sucker before he could even figure out where my bellybutton was being kept.
Then, I prompty fried the little devil.
Quickly, I wrapped his remains, still fried to the tweezers, in cellophane.
And, I sneaked out the door under the cover of darkness so, I could come here and take photos for everyone to see.
Plenty of people begged me not to show my bellybutton, anymore.
But, you wouldn't believe how many times a week the search engines send folks with tick-in-the-bellybutton syndrome to this blog.
So, I couldn't pass this opportunity up, even at the risk of being caught out of bed.
I just gotta tell ya
YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T GO PLACES WHERE THEY HAVE TICKS.
One more thing I gotta tell ya. If I don't get back home and hide under the covers quick, before the little lady wakes up and discovers me missing when I'm supposed to be deathly ill.......
IT'LL BE WORSE THAN LIVING WITH THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST
BYE, BYE !
2 comments:
You would've had more fun roasting the tick using the Swiss army knife magnifying glass Mike, ah brings back sweet childhood memories!!
Ryan,
Wow. Never knew you were a Swiss Army Dude, too!
Make sure, when you get ready to buy thme for your younguns, you come through here. OK?
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