Real quick: Brian found a weird, soft, small squishy ball on the floor. He picked it up and showed it to me, “What’s this?”
I looked at it and immediately flashed back to a childhood of roaming in the woods.
“THAT,” I said. “Is a well fed tick.”
“Yep, when they become fully engorged they fall off and go into a stupor.”
Brian dropped it and, in the most manly voice a former USMC sniper can muster, said, “ECK!”
I have been giggling ever since.
“What should we do with it?” he asked.
“When we were kids and found ticks like that, we’d burn them. They pop like little blood bombs. POP!”