Sorry to gross you all out, but it is tick season here. Oh, how I love tick season. And this year seems to be particularly bad. And the ticks seem to love Garrett the best.
Yesterday we were sitting in church, getting ready for the sacrament prayer so I was trying to get Garrett to sit reverently on the pew (trying is the key word here) when I happened to catch a glimpse of something black in his ear. Hmmm, that's odd, he had just had a bath an hour before. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a TICK!!! I tried not to panic, told Garrett to hold still while I pulled the tick off. Well, since it was inside his ear, I couldn't get a hold of it with my fingers, so we quickly left the chapel in search of some tweezers. We hadn't taken 5 steps when I ran into the gadget king of the ward who upon telling him my predicament whipped out a pair of industrial tweezers from his handy gadget belt. I was so thankful and was able to remove the tick, which was imbedded quite deeply.
Last week we were sitting at track practice when Garrett ran past me and I noticed what looked like a dark freckle on his scalp (I can see his scalp because Tyler gave the boys a buzz not too long ago). Yes, you guessed it--it was a tick. And I count it as a tender mercy that I had forgotten to cut my fingernails that morning and then again later that afternoon, because with my long fingernails I was able to grasp the tick firmly enough to pull him out, head and all (and as a bonus I also got a little chunk of Garrett's flesh--lucky me).
So, why am I grossing you all out by telling you all of this? Because I am so grateful for the Lord's tender mercies and timely answers to prayers. He hears my every prayer and helps me right when I need it, by placing the right person with the right tool in my path, or by helping me to be the tool I need at that time. I am continually humbled by the power of prayer and the whisperings of the still small voice and the daily guidance we are all entitled to. And not just when it comes to removing ticks :)
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Ugh. I pulled three ticks off the dog last week, one from way down inside his ear. Yuck, yuck! And while I was pulling one of them off, a flea hopped off the dog and down my shirt! BAH!! Pulling ticks off of kids is so much worse than pulling ticks off dogs.
Ticks are HORRIBLE!!! I am so glad we don't have them in HI. There were lots in Texas. It is sooo true. Heavenly Father never ceases to amaze me how much he trully loves us, and guides us in everything we do.
sorry, that was from Christa (Gibson) Naihe. Just in case :) My blog is www.naihekeiki.blogspot.com
opá! que sorte(azar) tu tens! como é perigoso as carraças, sempre lembro de como é perigoso estes bichos são! sabes o que aprendi?... sempre que tirares este bicho de alguem põem um pouco de azeite para não infetar...
eu tive uma assim tambem quando era pequenina... puxa!!!!
I guess I deserve to read that post after posting my own bedbug adventures. EWWWW. I had my own bug scare (again) in church a week ago when I saw a particularly quick, grey bug run across Avery's scalp. Lucky for me her hair was in pigtails. I couldn't catch it...but I am pretty sure it was a flea. Reminds me of Pulga the Dog on Sao Miguel! Ick.
Tender mercies indeed. Reminds me of a story - a guy was inspired to take a small crow bar to church and he thought that was the craziest idea, but he did. Turns out a little kid got his fingers caught in the door - you know, the big metal going outside doors - and if anyone had tried to open the door without sticking a crowbar into the hinge side, it would have broken his fingers. Amazing. I'm glad we don't have ticks here much.
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