Late this afternoon, I changed into a pair of shorts. I had been working in the garage and it was getting hot. Carol came out into the garage. She took one look at me and said, “Wow, you have a huge zit on the back of your leg.” I had a quick look and told her, “That isn’t a zit. It’s a tick.”
Off she went for the tweezers and the alcohol. A couple of minutes later it was out and she sprayed a liberal (yes there is an election coming up) amount of alcohol on the spot.
Ironic. Just yesterday a friend had sent me an email joke about checking for ticks. Guess I should have checked better.